Hufflepuff: *places “Happiness” scented lotion from Bath and Body Works in hand* Look, Sly!
Slytherin: *eyes the lotion* You brought it…*carefully examines the tube* It’s so cute!! It has a lil’ bee on it and it just smells so pleasant! Ah!
Hufflepuff: …Are you okay?
Slytherin: *eyes brighten up, talking fast* I just realized something, you know. Hufflepuffs are bees.
Hufflepuff: wot.
Slytherin: *facepalm*
Hufflepuff: So you’re saying because bees are black and yellow striped, we’re bees. That’s like calling you an alligator, Sly!
Slytherin: Not just the house colors! But like the aesthetic associated with them!
Hufflepuff: There’s more to Hufflepuffs than just cuteness…
Slytherin: Yeah, bees are like soft and smol and adorable and eeeee! *waves hands excitedly* *brings hands together all serious-like* But!
Hufflepuff: They sting you.
Slytherin: *smiles and points at him with her finger* Correct!
Hufflepuff: So, we’re meanies?
Slytherin: No! Like, if you hurt their smol snake friend then they’ll go all *uses pencil as an example and makes a stabbing motion in the air* stabby stabby.
Hufflepuff: *smiles* That’s it! Hufflepuffs are bees!
Someone told my ex-dad (not a sex thing; he just disowned me) that I’m trans and now he’s threatening to come to work and make a scene, and I know I should be upset, but like. What’s he gonna say exactly? And to whom? Because imagining a haggard and likely shitfaced Pennsylvania construction worker barging through the grocery store like, “HEY!!! THAT BROAD-HIPPED 5'3” EFFEMINATE KID WITH THE CONSPICUOUSLY BIZARRE NAME WHO SPEAKS IN A CARTOONISHLY AFFECTED CARICATURE OF MASCULINITY AIN’T GOT NO DICK!!! YOU GONNA BUY SCRATCH OFF TICKETS FROM SOME KINDA DICKLESS ABOMINATION??“ is wild. What’s it going to accomplish? Or is he gonna call my manager? “HELLO, I’D LIKE TO REPORT A FRAUD IN YOUR DELI DEPARTMENT. THERE IS NOT SAUSAGE AS ADVERTISED.” What the fuck.