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Katharine Colonomos Morad | ravenclaw, captain, beater, slug club, prefect, bird lover
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Where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind.”
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Austral Pygmy Owl by Victor Raimilla on Flickr.
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Burrowing Owls by Craig Goodwin on Flickr.
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modern house aesthetics >> ravenclaw girls
i. you see them across the coffee shop, cup of steaming liquid ignored, eyes intent on their computer screen as the clack of their keys echoes through the silence. they don’t seem to notice - their concentration is so pointed - and you find it fascinating. you watch, they type, and they only look up ten minutes later. you hastily avert your eyes. they notice. they notice everything. they walk up to you, slide into the seat across the table, and say something so witty, so funny, that you burst out laughing. and then you talk, and you can’t stop talking, because they won’t let the conversation end. they won’t let you out of their net of words, woven in and out and around, until they are done. and you find that you don’t mind
ii. the colors fly across the canvas, green and blues and pinks and reds and everything in between. you’re not sure what it is yet, but they seem to know exactly what they’re doing as they dab a splash of fuscia here, a long line of orange there. it’s a masterpiece. everything they do is - they create something new in every breath they take, every word they say. nothing is simple, nothing is boring. they tell you to think outside the box, but for them, the box does not exist. you’d be envious, if it weren’t all so beautiful. you can’t turn your eyes away.
iii. they seem to know everything about everything. you’re at a trivia night at a local bar, and they are practically jumping up and down in their chair, adrenaline running high. they live for this. and, of course, they win. you ask them how. how do they know the birth place of king louis the fourth? how do they know the percentage of eighteen to twenty four year olds in the population? they tell you they read, but you know better. they listen. they absorb knowledge like it is the very air they breathe. they know every detail about you - things you’ve told them, and things you haven’t. they seem to approach knowledge as if it is a comfortable bed after a long, tiring day. they sink into it. allow it to envelop them.
iv. they tell you they love you simply. they do not spin words, although they could. they are wise, and they know this is not something to be trifled with. but you already know their feelings, know it in they way they look up from their writing when you walk into the room, how they let you win when you know they hate to lose. you know it in the way they always seem to be trying to make you better - how they do make you better. how they know just what to say to make you laugh. how they keep you on your toes. how they accept every part of you - even the parts you don’t think anyone could. you say it back, and they smile. because, you know they knew you did too.
v. they are a cool drink of water on a hot summer’s day. a breath blown out that ruffles your hair. they are the feeling of flower petals, soft beneath your fingertips, the cold, wet of paint on your cheek, the excitement of a new idea, when you know you’ve done well on a test and everything seems to be going right. they are the smell of an old book, the crinkle of the pages, the feeling when you’ve read the last word on the last page. they are knowledge.
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hp houses: ravenclaw
where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind
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