Gryffindor Description Novels & Stories

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

They waited for almost a minute but the water didn't change colour at all, she bit her lips together. As she knows, the academy has five types of houses. It depends on what power you contain, if blue then you have water, red for fire, gold for ground, and white for air. And yellow for being normal, that you don't have any powers at all. Instead of feeling down she's happy, she's really happy! That she's normal, she heard the discrimination about between the being ordinary but she doesn't care at all.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

I asked. Rivyn looked down at me with a frown. “Don’t talk, Siorin,” he said softly. “You will just make your mouth bleed.” He walked into the centre of the courtyard where one figure remained stationary, overlooking the chaos. “I have what I’m after, Gryndren. I’ll leave you and Aurien to do what you will.” “It is a good day,” Gryndren declared. She was a tall woman, regal in demeanour, her skin and hair almost bleached white in colour and her eyes like black stones, the pupils lost against the darkness. “Our blades run red with the blood of mankind.”

"Is that a... geographic location?" Kieran burst out laughing. "Oh my god. He's serious. He doesn't know Harry Potter. Did you grow up under a rock, dude?" "I grew up in isolation," Cale said stiffly. "Elion, help him out," Mira said, sensing the awkwardness. "Team effort." "Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff," Elion said quickly. "He's not a fan of fantasy. He prefers non-fiction."

History as not been kind to those like her who were open about it from the start. “I can see that. But you also seem hard working, kind but able to handle your own, love food and a bit shy regardless of how you acted last night when tell me off. Meaning you shouldn’t be underestimated.” He says. I still haven’t looked up at him wondering what the point of this is. “Yes, but just like Harry could have been Slytherin or Gryffindor according to the sorting hat. I could be both too. There is nothing wrong with being two things. I just choose Gryffindor.” Okay that might have shown a little more cards then I should have.