IN THE FIFTH GIF HE PATS THE CUPS WITH HIS LITTLE PAWS TO MAKE SURE IT’S IN. BRB, DYING.
ARE YOU KIDDING? LOOK AT THE 7TH GIF HOW HE JUST HANDS THE CUPS TO THE PERSON AND IS LIKE, “HERE HUMAN, YOUR FEEBLE TASK FOR ME IS COMPLETE. NOW LEAVE US BE.”
THEY’RE SO CUTE, OMG. I CAN’T.
THE GREATEST THING ON THE INTERNET SINCE THE LAST TIME OTTERS WERE IN A THING ON THE INTERNET.
Gryffindor is wearing bright red oversized sweaters and trying new makeup styles for the new season. It’s thrusting a stick into the ashes of a fire then taking it out and using the red hot ends to draw on the black sky. Gryffindor is going on spontaneous adventures deep into the woods where the leaves are beautiful shades of red and orange and yellow. It’s staying out so late that your nose and fingers turn to ice. Gryffindor is the ashes that float above the blazing fire and the changing leaves and the spirit of festivity that awakens with autumn.
Ravenclaw is wearing beanies and sweaters the minute it’s cold enough outside. It’s sitting out on a frosty morning with a cup of hot chocolate in one hand and a good book in the other. Ravenclaw is sharing random facts about Thanksgiving and Halloween and why the leaves change colors and fall off. It’s taking a long car trip down a rural rode and daydreaming as colorful trees zip past your window. Ravenclaw is the crisp morning air and the dew on the grass and the birds flying across the painted sky to escape winter.
Hufflepuff is making a giant pile of leaves, only to end up jumping in it. It’s baking pumpkin pie and making hot chocolate with your friends. Hufflepuff is carving pumpkins and laughing when it turns out looking terrible. It’s excitedly changing out your summer wardrobe for your autumn one. Hufflepuff is the first harvest that comes with fall and and huddling close to your friends when it’s cold out and the renewed spirit of friendship and festivity that comes with the new season.
Slytherin is becoming way too excited for Halloween on the first day of October. It’s sitting by a gurgling brook and just listening. Slytherin is wearing your favorite boots and rejoicing because it’s finally cold enough to wear them. It’s watching as the very last leaf drifts from the old tree in your backyard. Slytherin is the earlier nights and the deep, winding forests and strange feeling that somehow everything will work out.
