SLYTHERIN 🐍



So eto na nga I did my HARRY POTTER TEST Sa web search and the result is Isa akong SLYTHERIN as U can see the image above . I'm a little disappointed bcz I want to be a part of the Grifindor house which where most of the characters ay naroon . Anyways no choice Kasi Isa nga akong dakilan mantas hahahaha . 

So my thing is I want to romantacize my life with something kaysa namn maging boring. from now on I'll start with something slytherin would wear ,like something black and green most of the time .



This picture is come from the Pinterest,my fav app ever.
U see the vision ? I bet you are . Something siren office vibe.
That is the characteristics of slytherin,well I'm Slytherin girl yeah? 

I'm gonna be a Hermione Granger but in Slytherin version . 

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