Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
Congratulations, Slytherin, for winning the September House Cup! The blog will be themed after your house colors for the month of October.
The new competition starts today, so don’t forget to submit headcanons and like/reblog your houses posts!