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, when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire. Slytherin is the faint trace of cigarette smoke curling from your lips. Slytherin is sushi, is apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch.

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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.

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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.

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And Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside. Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because it’s too much it’s too much it’s too- and wiping the tears and standing anyway, because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.

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