Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Slytherin Traits

Because I am in love obviously. Ahhh... Love is really dangerous in a way. I can't believe I am really doing all this for Love.(Let's see where this goes.) Lux: No... Ban.. that is where I think you are wrong. I won't disagree with what you said. After all, I am also part of the Luxuria familia. I have the smartest brain of all{Demons born of the color orange are known to be smart and intelligent making them great alchemists and researchers finding new spells and potions etc}. And because of that reason it is also why I have incredible talent in finding faults in others. Ever since I was a child all I have ever seen is everyone making mistakes whether in what they do or what they say. Listen

Air benders were known for super-speed and agility. "What have you done to her? What sorcery do you possess? Everyone you banished, where did they go?" One could sense the desperation in Slyvester's composure. "Oh, you are so naive. Well, it won't be for long. He said you'd become just as barbaric as me. You just won't last long." Frederick's voice broke as Slyvester's grip tightened. "He...who's that?" Massive blow of wind torn the ground as Slyvester's anger rose. "Who the fuck are you talking about?"

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

Then, a momentary memory flashed in her mind. When he first saw her as a Scorpio, she had nothing in her eyes. Only cold and indifferent eyes could be seen behind the mask. Even though she had a flirty and teasing voice, her eyes couldn't reflect that. However, when he first saw her after a long time as Sherly, he felt something similar yet different. Who would have thought that Sherly is a Scorpio? Those two different personalities are only one person? George smiled as he saw Sherly smiling when they listened as the people around them discussed the trial, marveling at the depth and solidity of Hideous' evidence.

"I used to get made fun of as a child for that, believe it or not. I was a demon child, evidently." "Aww, kids are such little shits. I don't think you're a demon child." I pecked his neck. "So, end of October means you're a . . . Scorpio? Yeah, that's right. Makes sense." "What does that even mean?" "You're intense and mysterious. Always scheming to get what you want. And when you don't? You sting like a scorpion." His armed cinched around me. "That's right. Remember that, princess."

"Maliciousness is the most immeasurable thing in werewolves’ nature.If you want to become stronger, the first thing you need to do is to get rid of those villains that hinder you from rising." He was right. Although I never wanted to cause trouble, others always made trouble for me. Thinking back to my previous life as a slave, I realized that I didn’t get the treatment i deserved because of my tolerance. "I understand," I replied with a nod. "Just relax," Blair said with a smile when he noticed the seriousness on my face. "Harry may look tall and strong, but he is very simple-minded.Don’t hesitate to use him when you need to." "How can I ever do that to him?" I replied with a smile.

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

well, love, really. He blew out a breath. “Blood drinking is an inherited trait like any other, but it’s magic, too, so it comes with various other, um, characteristics. Most of us are stronger and quicker than average. I can heal fast, especially when I’m in fang mode. Some of us can move things without touching them, and lots of us can mindspeak to one degree or another.” “Mindspeak,” she repeated, eyes going white-rimmed. “Brainwashing, you mean. That’s what she did to him.”