Hogwarts Crest Black And White Novels & Stories

She opened it slowly, as if it housed something important… It probably did. From inside, she drew a photograph. Its edges were yellowed, its surface worn, but the image was clear. “Are those… Wolves?” I asked. Staring at the group of them standing proud, their bodies forming a crescent in the image. At their feet, swaddled in blankets, was a baby. I leaned forward, the air tightening in my lungs. “This,” she said softly, “is your pack. The Saint Crest wolves.” My fingers brushed the edge of the photo, suddenly understanding why it was so precious… “My pack?”

he said. “I might just do that” Leora responded, staring out the window. Theron glanced at her from the car rearview mirror. He wasn't going to give her a chance to discard him and she definitely didn't have it in her to kill him. When they finally reached the academy grounds, the gates opened and the car rolled in. The building stretched high and wide, its gray stone walls engraved with the silver crest of Crestwood—a full moon held by two crossed wolf claws. Dark banners fluttered from the towers, each embroidered with the same magical symbol in silver thread, glowing faintly under the morning light.

I said to her softly. “Really?” she asked, sounding excited. “What is it?” I asked her again. “It is two wolves. One is black, with a crown. The other is white, with what looks like a halo,” she said to me. “They are beside each other, looking up to the moon,” she added. “The white wolf has a halo?” I asked her to clarify.