Harry Potter Quiz House の小説・ストーリー

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

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.”

Vaerion lit the chandeliers in a soft golden hue in welcome. We snagged a table, inhaled some suspiciously tasty food, and tried not to murder anyone while the Headmaster droned through a speech that could've used... editing. Then it was time. House sorting. Each student approached the massive enchanted mirror. It didn’t just reflect you, it showed your essence. And then, glowing script would declare your house. Aster went first. She stepped up with her chin held high, shoulders straight, and eyes nervous. The mirror shimmered, burst into a swirl of pink and gold, and declared in elegant script:

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

"Yeah nothing huge, Grayson just planned it as he was leaving. I guess he wants to inform everyone of whats going on in-person" I nodded in agreement before I slipped back underneath the warm blankets and reached for the remote. True to her word, Brynn and I enjoyed a full day of nothing but movies and food. We were a quarter of a way through Harry Potter and the goblet of fire when Grayson walked through the bedroom door, his face held an amused expression as he arched one of his eyebrows at us. "So, this is what you two have done all day?", he asked. "No. We also watched the first three films in the franchise and took a house quiz. I'm a Slytherin and Laila's a Hufflepuff!", Brynn added tr

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

I mutter. No one disagrees. Mostly because no one’s around. Thank God. Unfortunately, being alone means my brain immediately decides to torture me instead. Specifically with the words of Headmaster Ravenwood. You will choose a house by the end of the day. Right. Because apparently being kidnapped into a supernatural academy wasn’t enough trauma for one day. Now I also had to decide where I belonged. Witch house. Vampire house. Fae house. Werewolf house. Each ruled by one of the Sovereigns. The terrifyingly beautiful group of supernatural royalty everyone here seems clinically obsessed with. Seriously. The rumors I’ve overheard today are insane.