Harry Potter Ravenclaw Emblem Novels & Stories

said Jackson . " Maybe that's why am a ravenclaw. " replied Cynthia smiling . " Sorry.... you are a what ? " asked Jackson . " They are muggles Cynthia. " said Davina. " Oh okay ! am sorry . " replied Cynthia. " Never mind ! I don't know what you guys are talking about but it sounds cool ... ravenclaw and muggles. " said Jackson Clueless about what these things actually are . Cynthia Broke into a laugh.

"Please tell me we're leaving without touching that again." "We're not," Raymond replied. "Of course we're not." Vera already knew they wouldn't. The three of them carefully approached the box. The moment Raymond opened it, a bright light burst out. Inside was a crystal shaped like a crescent moon. The crystal looked beautiful, almost alive. The academy emblem was engraved on its surface. Henry's eyes widened. "The ultimate relic." Vera looked confused. "The what now?" "The ultimate relic. The one every student talks about but nobody ever finds."

Thus, hindering Denise from getting the white wolf’s emblem leading the path to the scroll of the Venturi’s, a legendary clan possessing the knowledge of the entire Claveria Haltera’s history that has been twisted and erased throughout the years, kicking her out would be the best choice for them before everything gets too late. With loud clashing of thunders in the lightning-filled sky, Denise was walking head held high. Her right hand dripping blood clasping the gem-like emblem shaped like the flower of Celosia Cristata surrounded with tiny thin thorns that could literally prick someone by just touching the emblem. Her sword on the left clangs as it hits every gap on the brick pavement. She

The white walls illuminate under the sunlight falling through the glass windows beside two humongous beds that stand a few inches apart in the middle of the room. "Wow! This is something." Tessa says. We are used to luxury but I expected Hogwarts architecture when coming to this Academy. I walk towards the seating area on the left-hand side of the room, which has a huge modern fireplace and two big couches and a centre table in front of it. A red book lies on the centre table, the front cover embossed with a golden crest that bears a moon and a wand drawn on it. The Academy emblem. "Found the rulebook," I say.

“Ouch. Yeah, that doesn’t look like fun. What’s it for?” Shifting on the bench, I passed her the stack of papers. Her eyes skimmed over the words several times. I couldn’t blame her for not figuring it out quite yet. The words printed were long and monotonous, drawn up by a lawyer with a far better education than I’d ever received. After a few seconds, I lifted my hand and tapped on a symbol at the top of the first page. It was a medieval-looking crest with a raven at its center, crossed by a sword and a spear. Clara’s eyes flickered over the coat of arms before gasping excitedly.

This followed by 2 more flags with an emblem of a flying white bird and a large black rock covered by green moss. I asked Steven about them and he explained that the flags identify the dorms for students who are pure elemental conjurers. We settled in one of the cafe’s and then he proceeded to explain things better, the dorms with the dragon flag are called House of Fire, the dorms with the swimming green turtle flag are called House of Water, the dorms with the flying white bird flag are called House of Air, and the dorms with the large black rock covered by green moss flag are called House of Earth.

No matter where I looked, I was the entertainment for everyone. Our plates are all designed to represent our house crests and it’s weird to see the Blackwell family crest under my food. I push the seared fish out of the way, scraping the white garlic sauce back so I can view it properly. A raven balanced on a blood tipped sword flanked by a serpent and a lion crowned in silver. It was beautiful, a display of color that left me curious behind the designer.

Rendered final now by Nora’s hands and heart. It had six pieces. Six symbols. Six souls. We took our place around it—Nora at the center, the rest of us forming the outer ring like the spokes of a wheel. Palms pressed to the ground, each one making contact with the sigil at the spot where our House mark had been carved: a wolf head for Hawthorne. A flame and crown for Aurelian. Bat wings for Nerezza. An open book for Everley. A tree for Bloodpine. A circle of runes for Runebound.

I was fascinated by the majestic carriages wondering what the people inside it looks like. As I saw the last of the rainbow irises, the towering shiny silver gate of the Lockes Eofore filled my vision. Welcoming the wizling’s inside was a gigantic ornate fountain. The porcelain fountain was scintillate clean with daedal and sophisticated symbols adorned of flowers and green little vines. I entered the gates on foot, leaving my broom with a securing spell on the Demesne, the parking area of the Academe. The flagstone steps made a mum sound as my shoes made contact and I began to hasten my steps. The Academe was easy to spot. With its lofty stature and eye catching towers it was jaw dropping e

"Any reason for it, Lord Ravenclaw? I know that it has something to do with your Lady's state." Erik just replied to the cloaked Unspeakable. "Are any of you from Ravenclaw House while studying here?" Two of the three Unspeakables together with Auror Shacklebolt nodded at question. "Then you will understand this better. The diadem on the bust, over there, is Ravenclaw's Diadem." All of the ministerial group looked with intensity to the diadem. "And Tom Riddle made a Horcrux of it." *gasp* Gasps were the only thing that they could say. One of Hogwarts' founders most famous relics, made in a horcrux. The Ravenclaws in the group were feeling the same anger that Susan was feeling, in a much more