Gryffindor Meaning Novels & Stories

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

"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."

But the most prominent detail was the word written in Olde English on the side of the blade that read GRYFFINDOR. "As you can see, I found and can wield Gryffindor's sword." The student's eyes were glazed by the legendary blade. The staff were not far from it too. Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground.

"I had sent you a gift. Go to Nam for it, and I'm off to a short trip. Don't contact me or else I'll end you!" -Gwen. She wrote the letter and opened the sliding door to the balcony to the backyard covered with a lush growth of trees. She whistled a high-pitched tone, and a huge Gryphon appeared in front of her. Anyone who would see this scene in front of them would probably have a stroke or go into shock. Gryphons are known as the epitome of goodness. They can not tolerate evil, and anything that is evil will perish or weaken in their presence, and a creature as such was never seen to wander the earth after the great war centuries ago along with the other majestic and mythical creatures wit

"You're a potterhead?" "Yup," he nodded eagerly as he finished his ice cream. "Oh really?" she smiled, glad that she had found a kindred soul within him already. "Of what house?" "Gryffindor," he replied, smiling widely. "And you?" Marwan wouldn't have any idea what Gryffindor meant or what it meant to be a potterhead. She began to compare the two men in her head, weighing their attitudes and likeness to each other. They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other.

Adnan blinked at her, not really sure what to make of this strange girl. Finally, when it became apparent that she expected an answer from him, he cleared his throat. "Well, that would depend on whether you choose to view his motives from the perspective of the Gryffindors or the other houses," he said. "Meaning?" "If you're in Gryffindor house, it would merely look like he was giving your house what you deserved. Perhaps you might even say he was just paying homage to his old house. After all, we are only human. But if you were, say, in Slytherin, then his motives would seem biased and unfair," he said.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

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.

Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor. To think they where my brothers. I shrugged it off, like it was some forbidden thought. "Gryffindor is made from a long line of royalties. It's like a generational thing." I told her. "I'm mostly confused about it myself." "I'm sure I won't get confused." She replied, doing the high plank . "You've met walker?" I asked her. "I have. We technically bumped into each other in the worst ways ever." She replied. I grinned, knowing what walker was capable of.

“You really are, why do you think I spared you and your lover?’ “And you’re sure it’s me? How can you know?” The King stepped closer, placing his hands on Godfrey's chest, he moved back in fear, and his breath became heavy. “What was that?” Godfrey questioned. “From afar, I sensed it…your wolf. Draco is a name known only to our bloodline. It is the mark of our family, our strength, I'm sure you can feel that too?” Godfrey’s heart pounded. He had always known he was different, stronger than those around him. But the idea of being the son of the great pack of the South was a whole different thing.