hogwarts house aesthetics, according to me

gryffindor: skinned knees, singed eyebrows, a candle held just a little bit too close to the face. ski-lodge hot chocolate. that trick people play with bic lighters where you end up holding a handful of flames. sparks from a burning christmas tree (whole needles drifting skyward, carried by the smoke – a new beginning to a new year.)
hufflepuff: new growth sprouting from the earth, turning clay on a potters wheel, warm food that tastes like home and sticks to the inside of your ribs. falling in love with a new pet. giving someone a cool rock. walking barefoot on pavement still warm from a day of sun, soaking up the earth’s energy through your feet.
ravenclaw: graph paper, open windows, immensely detailed and precise paper airplanes. sunny winter days. caffeine fueled epiphanies – watching the sun come up as you put the finishing touches on a paper and not caring because you know you made something worth being proud of. the way the wind moves your pages around when you’re reading outside, never quite losing your place.
slytherin: waves crashing against jagged rocks, evergreen trees silhouetted against a flat white sky. a clear mountain lake, every detail of the bottom visible from the surface except for the true depth of the water. a really well-fitting suit, the purposeful sound of high heels on linoleum. the film noir look of headlights on wet pavement. a city in the pouring rain.