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Hogwarts Moodboards - Ravenclaw
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It baffles and infuriates me that Hogwarts students don’t take Latin or Greek. Accio? Literally “I summon.” Lumos? Fucking “light.” Expelliarmus? Expel weapon!! Ooooh I wonder what Levicorpus does– you Dumb Ass Bastard. You ILLITERATE. It’s called Levicorpus, it lifts someone’s body, it LEVIES your goddamn CORPUS-

Hermione ghost wrote this

Counterpoint: Hogwarts actively discourages students from taking Latin or Greek because if they knew either one every single magic twelve year old would be trying to mash up twenty words and make their own Ultimate Spell instead of using the Good Standardized Spells Known Not To Explode Magic Schools 

I have a feeling that last point is aimed at the ravenclaws…
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Hogwarts Houses  (2/4)

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Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters.
Hufflepuff is punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them.
Hufflepuff is spring, seeing winter melting away and basking in the sunlight.
Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen.
Hufflepuff is having the messiest room and yet knowing exactly where to find everything.
Hufflepuff is “there’s no such thing as too much chocolate”.
Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine.
Hufflepuff is honestly not giving a damn what anyone else thinks.
Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control.
Hufflepuff is getting shit done while everyone else argues.
Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks.
Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are.
Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship.
Hufflepuff is the first ones to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference.Hufflepuff is loneliness, is the intense desire for friendship.
Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn.
Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, loving the wrong person.
Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks.

Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards.
Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky.
Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade.
Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words.
Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend.
Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smart.
Ravenclaw is always asking why.
Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams.
Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, and the teacher can’t read the notes you were passing in class.
Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldn’t be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things.
Ravenclaw is challenging the status-quo and saying “there’s always another option”.
Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away.
Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to.
Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind.
Ravenclaw is a pile of books that you’ll read - you will, you promise - one day.
Ravenclaw is looking up and saying “hell, when did it get to be three thirty AM”, and you have classes in five hours but decide that staying up another half hour won’t hurt.
Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize it’s ensnared you tightly and you wouldn’t have it any other way.Ravenclaw is addiction, to coffee, to drugs, to sweets, anything to get that clarity and that swooping feeling.
Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is “revenge is a dish best served cold”.
Ravenclaw is shutting up and never ever asking for help, because you’re smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.

Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies and endless green fields.
Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare.
Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn.
Gryffindor is parties that go all night.
Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky.
Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them they’re wrong.
Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap.
Gryffindor is the love of horror games.
Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry.
Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds.
Gryffindor is raising your hand in class.
Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a hand picked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy.
Gryffindor is defending, even if it’s defending someone you hate against someone you love, because Gryffindor stands up for what is right.Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules.
Gryffindor is choosing the ‘morally correct’ option even if it means more are hurt.
Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.

Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky.
Slytherin is when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire.
Slytherin is apple pie with vanilla ice cream.
Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch.
Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork.
Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here.
Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest.
Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves.
Slytherin is the person you’d trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one you’d kill for.
Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals.
Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall.
Slytherin is sarcasm and wit.
Slytherin is determination in the face of fear.
Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe.
Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary.Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race to the finish line for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside because you have to.
Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because it’s too much… it’s too much… and wiping the tears and standing anyway, head held high because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.

Hufflepuffs are not weak.
Ravenclaws are not heartless.
Gryffindors are not arrogant.
Slytherins are not evil.

Break Stereotypes.
Be Open-Minded.

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Heck, I bet there’s a special, secret lounge accessible only to students who convincingly give the door an answer it hadn’t had in mind.

Do you think Ravenclaws ever argue with the door to their tower? I bet they do. Like, the eagle says their answer to the riddle is wrong, but they argue the point and the eagle eventually comes around to their side and lets them in. 

Okay, but I actually think about this all the time. Ravenclaws and their problems with their dormitory door. 

Like, imagine Su Li and Lisa Turpin coming back from dinner having some conversation or another about how they have some Herbology essay due tomorrow and neither of them did it because they were too distracted with a tangent they got on while doing their Potions homework. And Lisa’s going, “Alright, Su, Tony’s already got the books, so we just have to buckle down and do this. We got this. It’s fine. We’ll just go in and work our asses off.”
They get to the door and knock, still talking, entirely on muscle memory. They’re barely listening when the eagle asks them, “Where do Vanished objects go?”
Lisa’s brain is a little too fried with worry to think at the moment, but she’s not too concerned about getting in because Su looks calm and thoughtful about this one.
And then Su turns to her and goes, “Where DO Vanished objects go?”
Damn it all to hell, Lisa knows that look.
“Su. Su, no. It’s a riddle, Su. It’s just a riddle.”
“Yeah, I know it’s a riddle, but it’s also a legitimate question. I mean, Vanished objects have to go SOMEWHERE, right? For you to Conjure them again afterwards? Or are you just creating an identical object out of nothing? Or maybe not nothing… what are Conjured objects made of, do you think?”
“Su, we really have to write this Herbology essay.”
“I know. But it’s an interesting question. I bet somebody’s done a study on this. I heard Padma say that Conjured objects are different to real ones. Do you think that there’d be a way to tell if your Conjured object was the same one you’d Vanished? Like, if you bespelled it with a charm and it came back with the spells?”
“Well… I once heard an upper-year say that Vanishing bespelled objects is tricky. They were looking into it for their Curse-Breaking apprenticeship. But it might be possible. I definitely don’t think it’s possible to Conjure bespelled objects from nothing.”
“It might be. I read this book where somebody talked about conjuring a Sneak-o-scope and those are definitely enchanted objects.”
“Was it a Gilderoy Lockhart book? Because that sounds like bullshit to me.”
“No, I can show you. It was in a Auror’s Memoirs. I just returned them to the library this morning, so I bet nobody’s taken them out yet. And-”
“That sounds like an unreliable source.”
“AND I was reading this Charms book the other day that referenced a book on the specifics of Vanishing objects that had an author who was an expert in their field and a retiree from the Department of Mysteries with the same last name as the book by the Auror.”
“I’m not believing this until I see a source.”
“Fine, come on!”
The eagle knocker has long since settled back into its resting state by then, Su and Lisa immediately run off to the library, arguing the whole way, and the next day, Professor Sprout gives the extremely apologetic students an extension on the essay while sighing, “Ravenclaws.”

Or imagine there’s some Muggleborn student who has an astrophysicist for one parent and a biologist for the other, and they think magic is amazing, but they’re also really into Muggle science as well.
“Which came first,” the eagle knocker asks them at one point, “the phoenix or the fire?”
And they’re immediately like, “the fire.”
While their friend is like, “Benny, no, that’s not how this works. My brother told me about things like this, it’s one of those paradox questions.”
“What? No way. Fire came first.”
“Benny…”
“Fire is a chemical reaction and, as far as I can tell, phoenixes are a fiery bird that probably evolved just like everything else did on this planet. We’re a really small speck on the cosmic calendar, Raleigh, and I’m saying that unless phoenixes are actually aliens - which would be AWESOME, you-”
“Benny…”
“-have to admit - fire came first. There are trillions of stars that haved burned and died billions of years before our sun was even born. This is just like that chicken and the egg question, in that it sounds like a paradox but it’s actually not, because the egg existed long before the bird we know as the chicken ever evolved-”
“Benny!”
“What?”
“You… the door opened.”
“What? Oh cool. Finally, someone who recognizes science in this nutty place.”
About a week later, Benny completely disrupts and derails their Astronomy class by arguing with Professor Sinestra about the school curriculum (that hasn’t been updated in more than fifty years or more) being “WAY TOO OUT OF DATE, PROFESSOR! THIS TEXTBOOK WAS WRITTEN IN 1910! THESE TELESCOPES ARE RIDICULOUS! WHEN’S THE LAST TIME A WIZARD WENT TO AN ACTUAL PLANETARIUM?! OH MY GOD, DO WIZARDS EVEN KNOW THAT THE AMERICANS HAVE GONE TO THE MOON?”
And the wizardborn kids are like, “The Americans have WHAT?” While poor Raleigh has his face in his hands and isn’t even surprised.

Or imagine other things. Like that time the first years has to stand around for two hours after the Welcoming Feast because their Prefects gave them a short speech, a small tour, and then got into an “academic disagreement” (as the house of Ravenclaw has come to call them) over the riddle. So there’s this group of eleven-year-olds playing party games in the hall while their fifteen-year-old “mentors” yell at each other over the riddle. And they only got inside in the end because someone actually managed to notice that the first years never came in and “Hey, that’s sort of weird”, and sent some second year to go look for them.

Or when NEWTs season came around, and there was a seventh year SO STRESSED that they came back from the library at three in the morning and when the eagle knocker asked them a riddle, they just burst into tears and sobbed against the door for ten minutes before the eagle awkwardly declared, “Nicely answered!” and let them in anyway.

I mean, Ravenclaws… they’d be a mess.

#oh god I can’t stop giggling#this is so perfect and accurate though????#like#oh my god#I love shit like this#I can just… so perfectly imagine that seventh year just curling up on the floor WEEPING while the eagle is just like….#Rowena never fucking prepared me for this