#incorrect slytherin
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Slytherin:Answer your phone.
Ravenclaw:Wait a minute, I can’t find it.
Slytherin:Got it
Slytherin, after several minutes: You’re a terrible person. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing me, rave.
Gryffindor: Did you just… agree with me?
Slytherin: Oh I wish I could take-
Gryffindor: Nope! You said it! No take-backs!
Ravenclaw: There is no such thing as a stupid question.
Slytherin: Whatever you say
*A few days later*
Gryffindor, to Ravenclaw: What’s in mango salsa?
Ravenclaw, to Slytherin: I stand corrected.
I posted a quote on my main again accidentally -_-
I accidentally uploaded this to my main lol :/ (I deleted it afterwards btw)
After accidentally tearing up a page in Ravenclaw’s book
Gryffindor: I did a bad thing.
Slytherin: Does it in anyway impact Me or Huffy negatively??
Gryffindor: Not really.
Slytherin: Then suffer in silence.
Sunday Morning
Slytherin, walking in with a bag of bread: Who wants french toast?
Gryffindor:Ohh, ill have some.
Slytherin, handing the bread to gryffindor: Me too, eggs and milk in the fridge.
Gryffindor: -_-
True crime
Gryffindor: I got arrested for being too cool
Slytherin: all charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence
True crime
Gryffindor: I got arrested for being too cool
Slytherin: all charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence
Send me your spiciest house confessions
For me, slytherin confession: sometimes not feeling very ambitious about something makes me question me sense of ambition at all.
Send me your spiciest house confessions
For me, slytherin confession: sometimes not feeling very ambitious about something makes me question me sense of ambition at all.
¿Por que no Las dos?
…
The red circle on the calendar glared at her mockingly. Game Night. The lady in the picture on the calendar litterally glared at her and she took that as her cue to stop staring at a wall and stalling and just go play a stupid game.
They’d been asking about it for months after she accidentally mentioned playing the game with her family on vacations. Her muggle family. She didn’t hate her family or even her status as a “muggleborn student”. But in slytherin, she heard it could be a touchy subject. Anywho.
She grabbed the cardboard box and headed into the common room.
The noise of about a dozen children, caffeinated at nearly midnight on a Friday, was enough to get her spirits higher.
“Who’s ready for Monopoly, Bitches!”
A mixture of excited responses and reprimands for cursing came at twice the volume. Beaming excitedly (albeit a bit nervous) she took up her throne at the end of the table, proudly donning the Game Master cape, and began explaining the rules of the game. Everyone seemed so excited. Their arguement over the player pieces. The multiple death threats. So many people in jail. At some point, one of the older students brought out a large box that they promptly marked as the jail. Yes it was used.
“Just so you know, I’m going to remember this next week when people start asking for notes or study help for finals.” A rather disgruntled ravenclaw threatened to deaf ears from the jail.
“Just so you know, maybe you shouldn’t have bought my last property, loser.” A first year at the end of the table shot back, earning a round of laughter from everyone at the table.
“This is one the the best game nights weve had in a really long time. You’re malicious! And to think we thought you might belong to hufflepuff.” To her right, her best friend teased where only they could hear.
“To think I was afraid people would think this game was stupid. It’s just.. well is a sill little-” flustered, she stumbled over her grasp of vocabulary.
“No one would ever make fun of you because it’s a muggle game. It’s a fun game, you got travis to sit in a cardboard box for 23 minutes. Any game that can do that is a good game in my book. No matter where it came from.” Her best friend proudly declared, rolling the dice.
The laughter fell.
There was a silence as everyone counted the number of spaces and terror filled their expressions.
Her best friend solemnly moved a little metal caricature onto one of her properties. With great care. “Mate. Ol pal. Mi amigo. We can talk about this.”
Muggle born or not, a slytherin is a slytherin.
“Nah. Pay up, mate.”
¿Por que no Las dos?
…
The red circle on the calendar glared at her mockingly. Game Night. The lady in the picture on the calendar litterally glared at her and she took that as her cue to stop staring at a wall and stalling and just go play a stupid game.
They’d been asking about it for months after she accidentally mentioned playing the game with her family on vacations. Her muggle family. She didn’t hate her family or even her status as a “muggleborn student”. But in slytherin, she heard it could be a touchy subject. Anywho.
She grabbed the cardboard box and headed into the common room.
The noise of about a dozen children, caffeinated at nearly midnight on a Friday, was enough to get her spirits higher.
“Who’s ready for Monopoly, Bitches!”
A mixture of excited responses and reprimands for cursing came at twice the volume. Beaming excitedly (albeit a bit nervous) she took up her throne at the end of the table, proudly donning the Game Master cape, and began explaining the rules of the game. Everyone seemed so excited. Their arguement over the player pieces. The multiple death threats. So many people in jail. At some point, one of the older students brought out a large box that they promptly marked as the jail. Yes it was used.
“Just so you know, I’m going to remember this next week when people start asking for notes or study help for finals.” A rather disgruntled ravenclaw threatened to deaf ears from the jail.
“Just so you know, maybe you shouldn’t have bought my last property, loser.” A first year at the end of the table shot back, earning a round of laughter from everyone at the table.
“This is one the the best game nights weve had in a really long time. You’re malicious! And to think we thought you might belong to hufflepuff.” To her right, her best friend teased where only they could hear.
“To think I was afraid people would think this game was stupid. It’s just.. well is a sill little-” flustered, she stumbled over her grasp of vocabulary.
“No one would ever make fun of you because it’s a muggle game. It’s a fun game, you got travis to sit in a cardboard box for 23 minutes. Any game that can do that is a good game in my book. No matter where it came from.” Her best friend proudly declared, rolling the dice.
The laughter fell.
There was a silence as everyone counted the number of spaces and terror filled their expressions.
Her best friend solemnly moved a little metal caricature onto one of her properties. With great care. “Mate. Ol pal. Mi amigo. We can talk about this.”
Muggle born or not, a slytherin is a slytherin.
“Nah. Pay up, mate.”
Nobody likes quarantine
Slytherin, on facetime: so. How strict have you been about social distancing
Hufflepuff: oh I havent gone anywhere or seen anyone. I’ve been really careful.
Slytherin: really?
Hufflepuff: yea.
Slytherin: ok im coming over
Nobody likes quarantine
Slytherin, on facetime: so. How strict have you been about social distancing
Hufflepuff: oh I havent gone anywhere or seen anyone. I’ve been really careful.
Slytherin: really?
Hufflepuff: yea.
Slytherin: ok im coming over
First day
Slytherin: yea it’s going alright. I made 4 new friends and only killed 1 of them so
First day
Slytherin: yea it’s going alright. I made 4 new friends and only killed 1 of them so
Currently Taking Applications
Ravenclaw: So what do you usually look for in a girl?
Slytherin: A pulse
Currently Taking Applications
Ravenclaw: So what do you usually look for in a girl?
Slytherin: A pulse
Just wash your hands
Gryffindor, unironically: A scrunchie a day keeps the Corona away
Ravenclaw: I cannot begin to describe the millions of ways that is so not correct
Flip Grid
Slytherin, recording a video response for class: Hey everyone. I really don’t know what to do so I’m just going to do a flip
*flips off bunk*
Slytherin: I hope yall enjoyed that
Flip Grid
Slytherin, recording a video response for class: Hey everyone. I really don’t know what to do so I’m just going to do a flip
*flips off bunk*
Slytherin: I hope yall enjoyed that
Trash talk
Slytherin, handing over an empty plate: here, you’re a garbage.
Hufflepuff: excuse me I am recycling. I still have some value left
Trash talk
Slytherin, handing over an empty plate: here, you’re a garbage.
Hufflepuff: excuse me I am recycling. I still have some value left
Errands.
Slytherin: Hey, we’ll be right back. It’ll only take a few hours. We’re just going to go talk to a dead person.
Hufflepuff, mid-sip of tea: …Right. Okay.
Remote learning
Professor: *Giving a lecture via Zoom*
Hufflepuff, in the chat: Is anyone going to tell him he’s muted?
Slytherin: absolutely not, delete that shit before he sees it.
Remote learning
Professor: *Giving a lecture via Zoom*
Hufflepuff, in the chat: Is anyone going to tell him he’s muted?
Slytherin: absolutely not, delete that shit before he sees it.