SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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THE COMMON ROOM, Monday evening, ———
I've never enjoyed being a student. I tried my best to feel intelligent enough, often masked by cockiness in my magical abilities. A facade to hide how I struggled to keep up.
I was a Slytherin for gods sake. There was the expectation that we were great wizards, naturally.
Ravenclaws were seen as the most intelligent simply because of their ability to learn. It was nothing inherently natural. It was a stereotype that was created by their desire to expand beyond themselves. Many of them enjoying challenge and learning.
Hufflepuffs had their own talents, but there was nothing blazingly impressive there with how they presented their intelligence. It was more relaxed, there were greater things to them. It was emotional intelligence over academic in the Hufflepuff house.
A smart Gryffindor was often the loudest in the room. Hand up at all times. Blurting out answers and impatient with their knowledge. But just like Hufflepuff, there were greater traits than intelligence within their house. They're practical people often feeling suffocated by a classroom, learning through experience.
Slytherin... I sometimes struggled to resonate with my own house expectations. I sometimes questioned whether I was placed in the wrong house entirely.
Cunning.
Ambitious.
Determined.
Leadership.
There was always the sense that those belonging to Slytherin were natural wizards. They possessed the born flare and skill for greatness, that only others could attempt to learn.
If Slytherins were so powerful, why did I often feel so meek?
Why was I struggling to adjust with catching up with only a months worth of work? I had been excused from the projects and essays...so why did it feel so helplessly overwhelming staring at all of the workbooks? Especially knowing I only had to write notes about each section, that had already been carefully picked out for me.
I never had a confidence issue before this accident. I knew I wasn't some spectacular witch, that I wasn't the idealistic Slytherin... and so I could only put my new found insecurity to exhaustion.
It was the only difference in me.
I still felt as if I was experiencing brain fog, like I had forgotten something about myself.
Forgotten what makes me a Slytherin and why I had pride in that.
I had long stopped questioning why I was here, so why the revival of my insecurities and anxiety that I had long said goodbye to?
Cunning?
It sounds deceitful. Two faced. Which is nothing I've ever resonated with. Sure, I haven't ever been a people pleaser and I have told the odd lie here and there to get my way - but, cunning? No.
