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Aesthetic: Hogwarts’ Houses
“Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil.” - J.K. Rowling
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Aesthetic: Hogwarts’ Houses
“You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart...” - J.K. Rowling
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Hogwarts in the fall
Hogwarts in the fall is clusters of children wrapped in striped scarves sporting flushed pink cheeks. It’s first-years with sweater paws and seventh-years who sit with their friends around the fire, trying to soak everything in before they go. It’s leaves hued with red, and gold, and deep earthy browns crunching under foot. It’s the fringes of the Forbidden Forest turning orange and the Whomping Willow losing its leaves.
Hogwarts in the fall is feasts of hearty soup and pumpkin-flavored treats. It’s candles flickering in the library, only to be blown out with a gentle breath. It’s long hallways with dust in the corners, and the stones that are just a little too cold underfoot. It’s Potions classes that make students regret not bringing a sweater and Charms classes where they burn their fingers with heating spells. It’s the smell of smoke, and spices, and home lingering in empty classrooms.
Hogwarts in the fall is a veil of owls in the sky, swooping in to drop off letters and candy. It’s a Hufflepuff’s black cat who scares a pair of superstitious Ravenclaws senseless as it sprints across the path in front of them. It’s Quidditch games that everyone comes to, because their team isn’t losing, not yet, and it’s the parties that rage deep into the night. It’s clouds that cover the stars in patches and fog in the early morning.
Hogwarts in the fall is mismatched socks shoved into boots for a trip to Hogsmeade. It’s fourth year students who jump into piles of leaves and second years who complain about having too much homework. It’s ink stains on fingers and breath that smells like butterbeer. It’s piles of blankets and dorm windows that don’t close all the way. It’s wool hats, and gloves, and mittens, and it’s friends with their arms slung around each other’s shoulders. It’s a time of laughter, and ease, and comfort, and it feels like a warm hug.
It’s Hogwarts. It’s fall. And it’s home.
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Autumn Lockscreens //
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autumn aesthetic
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““Then that night there was an early frost, and by Sunday morning, autumn had truly arrived. The sky was a rich cloudless blue, the air still and dry, the maple trees glowing with glorious reds and oranges and yellows, and everywhere on the street squirrels bustled about with self-importance, burying their nuts in the most unlikely places.””
— Jeanne Birdsall (via: gildedautumnvelvet)
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