#harry potter scenario
- Sit up straight- it might be a power asserting thing, it might just be a natural habit but I think Slytherins tend to have good posture
- Be very selective- it’s not that they’re trying to be mean but if you don’t reach a standard that they have for people they just won’t be friends with you
- Let sarcastic comments slip everywhere- to your friends, heck yeah. To your parents? Mostly when it’s all fun and games or maybe when they’rein a heated argument
- Know where all your weak spots are- Slytherins are very observant and can usually figure out another person’s insecurities and weaknesses quickly. What they do with it is up to them
- Tend to like privacy- I’m not saying all Slytherins are introverts but Slytherins definitely aren’t all about sharing their secrets with everyone
- Subconsciously get really competitive- it doesn’t have to be in sports and anything all up in your face (though sometimes it really can be) but all Slytherins strive to be the best in what they like to do
- FInd interest in deep mysterious things- inside every Slytherin I think there’s some Ravenclaw who’s really confused and just wants to read quotes all day. Slytherins tend to like things that have poetic meaning or relatability to them like the ocean, fog, cats, gothic architecture, and quotes that accurately describe their emotions
- Always have a ton of blankets- maybe it’s a cold-blooded thing, maybe it’s the fact that the Slytherin common room is freezing and that’s what my mind carries with me but Slytherins tend to burrito themselves in blankets, always making sure to cover their feet completely and try to figure out how to get their hands underneath and still do whatever they’re doing
- Have nervous habits- Yeah. Maybe playing with their hair or hands, maybe doodling, maybe tapping I don’t know. It’s unfortunately a sign of weakness but it’s just something they do
Gryffindor: *sees someone flirting with their s/o*
Gryffindor: “Excuse me I have to go make a scene.”
A York Peppermint Pattie being split open next to your ear, porcelain teacups being clinked together, a grand piano being played in an empty room, leaves crunching underneath your feet, coffee beans being ground up, the pages of a book being turned absentmindedly, a nightingale, foam soap dispensers, a clock ticking, a computer being typed on with quick fingers, that sound when someone is messaging your head through your hair, silk being pressed against silk, crickets on a summer night, air howling by an ajar door, knocking on wood
Hufflepuff: Become the mediator and try to see both sides of the disagreement or fight. Just trying to reestablish peace and get people to talk to each other again. Complete with cracking a joke at the end. If I make the joke too early we have to start the peace treaty from scratch *sigh*
Ravenclaw: Tear down the opponent’s argument with logic. If there’s even a crack in their reason for being angry I push at it until they realize they were in the wrong. It normally gets me the silent treatment for a few days because they’re so angry I outsmarted them
Slytherin: My signature death glare. Apparently, it scares people? I never really notice when I do it. I don’t have to be included in the fight but apparently my “eyes could kill”? Not my words but not gonna lie there’s a bit of satisfaction in it
Gryffindor: Step in between two parties in an argument. Normally it’s to protect the weaker person from the angrier. I tend to do it in every fight I get in whether it’s with a parent yelling at a sibling or a teacher getting angry in class at one of my friends, I’m super overprotective
Holiday spiced candles, those type that are always red and have a hint of cinnamon in them. Sandalwood. Classic looking motorcycles with those strong rubber scented tires. Maraschino cherries. The smoke from fireworks. Campfires and marshmallows that accidentally catch on fire. Freshly washed hair. Your lover’s sweatshirt. Sweat, let’s be honest people. Apple anything: pie, strudels, applesauce, apple juice. Spray paint (not acrylic, there’s a difference I swear) and rubber cement. Strawberry jam. Broomstick polisher and butterbeer. What you picture whiskey smelling like, not necessarily how it actually smells. Gummy bears (fight me) or milk chocolate.
Freshly cut grass. Honey and lemon tea. Freshly washed laundry. Walking through a garden with flowers that have just bloomed. Alfredo pasta. The scent when you walk into a Lush store. Rusty metal things like bikes or wrenches. Kettlecorn and cotton candy. Raspberry vinaigrette salad dressing. Like your childhood home when you walked back in, coming home from school. Speaking of school, colored pencils. Not necessarily coffee but coffee shops, those little cafés with little patisseries and comfy cushions. Wool scarves. Coconuts, all the way, maybe with some pineapple. Vanilla ice cream.
