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Ravenclaw Aesthetic, probably going to show all the houses love at some point.
~ Ravenclaw Playlist ~
Full Playlist
The Houses as Royaltycore
Gryffindor - The Brave
Slytherin - The Ambitious
Hufflepuff - The Loyal
Ravenclaw - The Wise
Intelligence | Wit | Creativity
Sirius Black × Reader
❝She finds him cloaked beneath a canopy of constellations strung above the Astronomy Tower balcony, summer sticky on his cheeks, and a string of starlight strangling the curvature of his clavicle.❞
that one kid who shows up late to lecture.
Seeing the other first-year Slytherins several paces ahead of her, Ruby sprinted to catch up with them, almost tripping over her robes. But they did not notice her. Daphne made a sympathetic face, but quickly scurried after the blonde girl from earlier, and when Ruby entered the classroom (which looked surprisingly ordinary for a magic school), she found herself the only person sitting alone.
Professor McGonagall — the stern professor from the Sorting ceremony — cleared her throat, and the faint sounds of students whispering stopped instantly. The entire class seemed to sit up straight.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall, turning to stare at Crabbe, who had just whispered something that made all of the Slytherin boys titter. Only Theodore had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, though all of them shrank back slightly. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned—"
"—I'm so sorry I'm late, Professor!" someone yelped, as the door was flung open with surprising force and a robed figure barreled into the classroom.
"Mr. Goldstein!" Professor McGonagall scolded. "Are you at all aware what time it is, or do you require me to Transfigure you into a pocket watch?"
How does she know everyone's names already?
Malfoy snorted rather loudly. "I think Longbottom's got a contender for most pathetic."
"Enough, Mr. Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall. "Come here, Mr. Goldstein. Distribute these matches amongst your classmates, then you may sit with Miss Potter. Further tardiness will not be tolerated in my class; I expect a ten-inch essay on the virtues of punctuality on my desk before class begins on Friday."
This time, Pansy's sniggering was the loudest, though a sharp look from Professor McGonagall quickly silenced her.
"Bad luck, mate," someone whispered as Anthony began to pass out the matches.
From Chapter 8 of Running From My Destiny, @ FFN | AO3!
Chapter Twenty-Six: Cassandra
When in need of knowledge, ask a Ravenclaw. Anthony discovers something about Professor Quirrell, but whether he will be believed is a different question entirely.
Read from the beginning at FFN | AO3!
Excerpt under the cut
"If yer goin' ter be curious as a cat, yeh'd best hope yeh have nine lives, too, Anthony," rebuked Hagrid.
"So must the person who's got to feed it," said Anthony, tapping a finger to his lips as if deep in thought.
"Eh, it's easy," said Hagrid. "He can' resist a lullaby. I jus' sing ter him, and he goes right ter sleep."
"But where did it come from?"
"Dunno about the others, but I got Fluffy off a Greek chappie I met in the Leaky Cauldron. But yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an'―"
Hagrid shut his mouth, looking guilty, as if he had just remembered to keep a secret.
"And Nicholas Flamel, Hagrid. Isn't that right? Fluffy's supposed to guard the Philosopher's Stone."
Hagrid went red in the face.
"Yeh best forget all about tha', Anthony. Nonsense yeh don' want teh be fillin' yeh head with. Yeh worry about yeh schoolwork an' yeh friends. Let th' professors an' the Aurors deal wi' it."
"But I can help!" said Anthony, though he wasn't sure how. "I can help, Hagrid, I promise!"
"Yeh'd best get back to th' castle," said Hagrid. "I'll take yeh."
"But―"
Before he managed to get another word in, he, Hagrid and Fang were walking back towards the castle in the thick, freshly-fallen snow.
"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind." ~The Sorting Hat
My life right now. Barely surviving until the end of the semester
Moodboard: Ravenclaw
“Do not make me choose between strength and softness. I will be both and better for it.”