Harry Potter Gryffindor Ravenclaw Hufflepuff And Slytherin Novels & Stories

There were to be no lectures today. After the assembly students crowded the notice board to check which house they belong to. I quickly went to meet up with Sandra, we both exchanged greetings and we went together to the notice board to check for our names. The House was separated into four houses. YELLOW, BLUE, RED and GREEN HOUSE After 5 minutes of struggling to get past the crowd, we finally were in a good place to see our names on the board. Sandra saw her name first. ”Wow! I am in YELLOW HOUSE!" She said, sounding excited.

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.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Hana knew the magic of all her teammates and her opponents. So she arranged the first class of people with defensive-oriented magic. The 2nd class is people inclined to long-range attacks. The 3rd class is people with poison spells. The 4th class Hana is for those with close attack spells. And the last category is those with two or more types of magic.

“You will be magically scanned and sorted based on your raw essence. You cannot lie. You cannot refuse. You cannot transfer houses.” Great. So the damn castle was going to assign me a magical Hogwarts on crack dorm based on vibes and trauma. Below the announcement were the four house entries, each with a crest, quote, and glowing bullet points. House VARGHEIM Crest: A snarling wolf’s head surrounded by crescent moons and barbed thorns Quote: “Loyal to the end. Vicious from the start.” Accepts: Shifters, battle born witches, bloodline bound heirs, monster kin

“Good. Then they’ll lead. But listen closely. No species is to keep to themselves when we march. That’s exactly what the enemy wants—for us to split along old fault lines. Wolves with dragons. Vampires with witches. Phoenixes with whoever doesn’t get on your nerves that day, Kensavion. Mix yourselves up. Learn how the other breathes. Because when the fortress lashes back, you’ll need each other.” Charlie lifted a hand, already scribbling. “So… basically Hogwarts house-swapping, but lethal.” “Exactly.” Grammy gave her a sharp nod. “Only without the talking hat, because the last thing we need is another sassy piece of enchanted furniture.” “Shame,” Chelsea murmured. “I kind of liked the idea o

"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.

she asks. “OH! I know that one! That’s the witch kid, right?” Xander asks. “Harry Potter,” Madelyn confirms. “Which house do you think you’d be in?” I ask her as we step off the elevator. “I’d like to say Gryffindor, but probably Huffle Puff. How about you?” “I’m Gryffindor all the way,” I say. “And, I’d bet you’d be a Gryffindor, too. You’re very brave.”

Of course, she is short tempered and very feisty but she also is the funniest one in our friend group; A little chatter box, more precisely. "GOOD AFTERNOON, SIR!" The students shouted on the top of their voices. "That's more like it!” Mr. Jacob clapped his hand intertwining his fingers. “So, we'll first do some warming up. I want all the leaders to come in front and lead their houses." He said pointing at Ruby house's leader. Our school had four houses; Ruby representing the colour ‘red’, Emerald representing the colour ‘green’, Amber representing the colour ‘yellow’ and Sapphire representing the colour ‘blue’. I was the head-leader of Amber house. So, as commanded I came in front and stood