Gryffindor: they'll do anything to impress you. They open doors for you, always. They hand you their jacket if it's raining so you don't get cold. They'd give you their jacket in summer so you wouldn't freeze. They're charming, rebellious, it draws you in. They defend you and your honour. Always. They'd fight for you. You're their weakness and their strength. You sit on the roof with them watching the stars. They spend hours watching your chest rise and fall. They push you out of your comfort zone. They encourage you to live. Climb trees, bruised knuckles. You're alive. You're their favourite trophy of honour.

Ravenclaw: They breathe deep conversations. They drink coffee at 4am trying to come up with the perfect advice for you. They improvise and tell you stories as you fall asleep. The glimmer of passion as they talk to you about random facts of the world. They yearn to impress you. They want to educate you, to open up your mind. They accept you for who you are. You're their muse. Songs, artwork, everything they create, an aspect of you is their centre. They memorise and study everything about you, your face your hair, you. They're fascinated by you. You're their favourite project.

Hufflepuff: Laughter, there's so much joy. You walk through fields together. They pick flowers for you. They're so true and honest. They make you smile. You feel valued and equal, they're loyalty is freely given. Cuddles are endless. They brush your hair and tell you you're beautiful. They mouth 'I love you ' across a room. They eyes shine bright when they see you. They show you the beauty in the world and within you. Their kindness heals you. They teach you how to be the better person. You are their favourite reminder that love concours all.

Slytherin: Cold to the world, warm to you. They're calm and composed, they squeeze your hand hard underneath the table. They're possessive. They're vulnerable with you. Their laughter is a hidden source of sunlight. You've broken their defences. Their honest, their eyes burn into your soul; they look so youthful. They're articulate, they pull you in extra close in the middle of the night. They count the rises and falls of your chest. They spend months making something for you, and pretend it's no big deal. They admire you from afar. They're confidence attracts you. They encourage you to break the rules. Power is attractive. You're not perfect and they love that. You accept your flaws and learn to use them. You're inseparable. You're their favourite accomplice.