Hermione Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

And King Galen isn't much different. I'm going to ask her to explain when there's a quick knock on the door. It opens a few moments later, and an elderly woman glances inside. Her face is lined with wrinkles that come from frowning too much, and her blonde hair is full of grey strands. Her slate-grey eyes locate mine, and as she fixes her stare on me, a shudder runs up my spine. We just look at each other for a little while. She then grinned. "Miss. Agnarys, you're here. Good. My name is Greta, and I am the Head Maid." She beckons as she moves outside. "Come, child, follow me. Miss Greenwood will finish packing away your stuff while you're gone."

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.

Morrigan scribbled on a parchment laid in front of her as the back of her tutor face her, reciting to her about the history of Hymir. Her eyes are drooping down as she fights the urge to sleep and could only sigh silently as she keeps her yawn down.

She would protect the world she had helped to build. No matter what the old magic threw at her, she would not break. She was Elif Demir. She was the half-blood's hope. And she was just getting started.

She grabbed her sedative pills and gulped it down her throat with a glass of orangeade. "Mmmha!"She sighed and lay on the bed with her mind still going about everything. Delilah had just joined in as a volunteer and she had been the one to turn her into a wolf but now her only friend was gone. She sighed and picked up the book beside her. Only the leaders have the access to the book of plans but how come it fell into Raven's hand, there is a spy amongst them for sure and she needs it figured out. She dozed off with the book on her chest till the next morning when she began dressing for school.

Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else. I have to be careful around her, or I don’t know if I’m able to control myself. I mean, just a glance is enough to screw my mind. I don’t even know what would have happened if I hadn’t left the bathroom. I guess that was what Rachel had in her mind before attempting to act by throwing the only piece of clothes that was covering her nudity. I don’t want to control my feelings, but I have to if I want to give Rachel what she deserves all this time.