What I want to know is who is telling these teenage girls that “people watching” is a quirky thing.
"I know I’m really weird but I have a casual interest in the thousands of lives mine intersects with every day."
"I’m such a freak—I really can’t help wondering things about the humans I see instead of pretending they’re slabs of limestone with no histories or futures."
It’s so weird how far I’ve come in my ability to share and be open and stuff.
I’m proud of myself, I guess? But I think I’m swinging too far the other way in my newly found excitement about my ability to lay bare my emotions and overdoing it a little bit.
I guess I’ll find an equilibrium eventually. I’ll just scare some people along the way.
no but really
ravenclaws staying up till three in the morning reading and then going to class exhausted
ravenclaws debating philosophy over breakfast
muggleborn ravenclaws teaching their housemates the scientific method
ravenclaws asking uncomfortable questions
ravenclaws coming up with charms to make a book read to you, or better yet, to deposit their information directly into your brain, because they’re dyslexic or they hate to read
ravenclaws that lose themselves in fictional worlds
ravenclaws that eschew fiction because they’re wizards, what more fantasy could they want
ravenclaws testing the boundaries of their magic
ravenclaws finding loopholes in the system
ravenclaws being proved wrong and HATING IT—or even secretly loving it
ravenclaws willing to believe anything, because everyone’s reality is just versions of the truth
ravenclaws that are absolutely insufferable ever since they discovered oscar wilde
ravenclaws passing notes written in ridiculously complicated codes
give me all the ravenclaws, all the messy, neat, outspoken, quiet, brash, kind, innovative, creative, inquisitive, amazing ravenclaws