Novel & Cerita Gryffindor Symbols

I followed her gaze at the floor and confusion built up in my mind. There was a symbol drawn out of blood. It was a diamond with two triangles at the side of the diamond denoting as if the diamond was glowing. I crouched down to inspect the symbol closely. "That is the symbol of our academy." I heard Eleanor's whisper. I scrunched my eyebrows together while thinking. What on earth did that meant? It was time for me to make my mind run on the wheels of intelligence. "You sure about that?" I asked. "Yes." She said.

She must have looked at hers in a mirror. “The crown is for royalty, but not witch royalty, which you are, but on your father’s side…the strongest Alpha is also known as the Alpha of Alphas or Alpha King. That is you baby!” I say grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss. I keep my hands on her waist “The mark is almost Identical to the one your mother bares, except where she has a raven we have a phoenix. Phoenixes symbolize rebirth, rising from the ashes.” She laughs “it’s funny how my best friend is named Ashe and their wolf is named Phoenix and we have this symbol.”

At the midpoint of the symbol was a wolf head facing forward in perfect symmetry with gold sigils and angular patterns running down its face. Surrounding the wolf head is a circular cosmic halo, etched with stars and flowing lines, crown-like points around the circle, forming a halo that resembles a crest, and a downward-pointing triangular element beneath the wolf. “Why would you touch that?” Freya asked, glaring daggers at me. “I think its high time she left, Thor.” Thor flashed Freya a dangerous glare and I stood immediately. “I think I should leave like she said.” I uttered. “I’ll go see Roxanne now.”

Zara asked. Rynese carefully unrolled it while everyone gathered around him, the parchment was old and crusty. The northern territories stretched across it in faded ink, some locations were marked on it and notes were written at the edges. A symbol stood out immediately, it was a crescent moon wrapped around a blade.The same symbol they'd seen before. Zara pointed at it. "What does that mean?" Nobody said anything then she looked up. Valkyrie had gone completely still, the colour had drained from her face.

This occasion is no different. Her gowns are always largely green. This is a expectation because Harvest Moon pack has a green leaf in the coat of arms and the alpha sigil is the Harvest moon coupled with a fertility symbol. Green means fertility, so it is the best representation of the house other than the orange of the harvest moon. Tonight is no different, her dress is a deep forest green velvet.

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.

“So, these are the best colors.” And who am I to argue with such flawless logic? This isn’t a Muggle house, after all. We matched the rest of the house to those colors, and the mantelpiece in the living room even boasts a Gryffindor crest because the red and gold reminded us of the common room.

“Wait, where is Trixi?” “Here” I turn to see my sister, she is glowing and proudly wearing the royal crest on her mate's mark. I whistle as I move her hair out the way, the golden mark is beautiful. It looks the same as aunt Len’s but with S and B where my aunt has L and O. My mother smiles looking proud as she investigates my sister's mark. “Lets see yours” Bellatrix says, almost bouncing on the spot with excitement. I groan but pull down the collar of my shirt. My sister gasps and both my mother and aunt Len put their hands over their mouths and Emerald just smiles.

The invitation came on the first day of autumn. Iris brought it to the great hall, her face flushed, her eyes bright. The paper was thick, expensive, sealed with wax stamped with the crest of Silver Creek Academy—a wolf howling at a crescent moon, the symbol of learning and legacy, of young wolves finding their way. She held it like it was something precious, something fragile, something that might break if she held it too tightly, something that represented a future she had almost given up on.

Her first real class as a Wyverndale student was about to begin. She dressed quickly in her new uniform: the blue-and-silver robes of her castle, trimmed with streaks of pale gold that shimmered faintly when she moved. Her crest, the sigil of Wyverndale, a coiled dragon framed by whirling clouds gleamed against her chest. As she stepped outside, a cool wind brushed her cheeks, carrying the faint scent of ozone. The sky above Wyverndale’s towers churned with distant storms. Her element. Her new world.