HAUS magic, y’all

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Seriously I can’t get enough of those magic AUs

People aren’t magic, but things, things can become powerful.

First, Samwell. When it started to get a reputation of acceptance, people started flocking to it and believing in it, and the more you believe in it, the stronger it becomes. People feel at home. Lost souls find their way.
If you’ve never felt accepted before, you will find the people who will accept you for who you are. Samwell will place them in your way.

DIfferent places have different feels. Faber is focused and a bit cold, and will reward athletes who work hard. It loves Jack and his devotion to the ice, it loves Bitty and his determination to overcome his fear. It stretches the seconds of checking practice time, cradles them in the soft light of the morning. Faber was the first to know, to hear half conversations in the silence of a loading dock, but it didn’t care much about the emotions of hockey players who would come and go, like the others. The ice can only love you in a cold way.

But the Haus, oh the Haus…

First, it’s on Frat row. All the buildings are kinda “loud” in that street. Their energies overflow and overlap each other in an endless turf war. The Haus had been silent for so many years, and was so delighted to be inhabited again, that its joy tends to overflow (and annoy the LAX house, who was used to be the loudest).

The Haus loves his tiny hockey players. There is a reason the “reading room” hasn’t collapsed under the weight of massive hockey bros, and the electrical wiring hasn’t caught on fire, and no one has caught anything bad from the green couch, there’s a reason no one’s been assaulted around it. The Haus messed up, once, and it hasn’t forgiven itself. It cares for the ghosts of Mandy and Jenny like it couldn’t in life.

The Haus loves Bitty with his curtains and welcome mat and singing in the shower, it loves the cleaning and the smell of baking. It loves Dex and all the tiny repairs he made through the years. It loves Shitty and his loud way of telling people how to be good humans, it loves the strong friendship of Ransom and Holster that warms the attic, it loves Lardo’s creative energy, it loves…

It didn’t like Jack at first. No more than any of the hockey players. But Johnson, the only one who could talk back to the Haus, the one who could SEE, whispered that Jack was important. So it took Jack in.

And Jack found so much more than a Haus, he found a home, a refuge, and the Haus was glad.

Then, slowly, a new kind of magic grew withing its walls. It could feel the glow on the staircase steps at 4am, in the kitchen, between two doors of the second floor. The Haus knew that kind of magic, had felt it many times before, but this, this was born INSIDE the Haus, it was growing like vines, permeating the wood and brick and metal and gyproc-

There was the addition of an oven, and it was like they gave the Haus a new heart, full of love and energy and youth. The Haus sang.

There was- there was a kiss. A true love first kiss. No one could deny the strength of THAT particular magic. The room in which it happened glows to this day.

The Haus loves the boy who sleeps in that room, and his friends who hang out with him just to feel the glow of that room. It loves the baker and the boy who was afraid, it loves the artist and the loud one, and the one who Sees, and the Friends forever, and the ghosts, and it will love for many more years, many more hockey players that will feel the glowing walls of home.