Hogwarts House Characteristics Novels & Stories

Having finished his dinner, he retired to his chambers for the night. On that same night, near midnight, Susan could be found sitting in a high back chair that could resemble the throne of a queen. The chair was in a secret room in the castle that had no apparent doors and four windows, one in each cardinal direction. The same room was circular and well decorated in four sections. It contained a big round table in its center and another three high back chairs around it, just like the one that Susan was occupying. Each chair had a Hogwarts House shield at the top of its back that matched the decoration of each section of the room. Red and gold for the Gryffindor's section, yellow and black fo

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.

Power. Not the brute strength of the forests I’d grown up in—no. This was quieter. Sharper. Obscura had been built for war, then buried under books and rules to keep it from breaking itself apart. But the magic here? It bled through everything. The wards stitched into the library stairs. The hum of sigils in the rafters. The fact that the very air inside the House held a pulse if you were still enough to feel it. This place wasn’t soft.

Having a private property patrolled by actual wolves, like we do for our pack territories, would cause quite a few heads to turn, I’m sure. The guards wave us through when the gate fully opens after they check our IDs. Daddy drives his classic black Ferrari down the long road that leads up to the council’s mansion. It is a beautiful, traditional Victorian mansion, but it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. A full five stories in navy, black and cream. A large wrap around porch is the most prominent feature in the front and it spans the entire width of the building along the first, second and third floors. It is a grand, rambling style house, almost as if they added onto it as the years progres

We couldn’t all fit in the dining room. The pack house was mainly for single members, warriors, and higher-up officials. Those who are mated (in the case of werewolves), blood-bonded (in the case of vampires), and wedded (in the case of witches and wizards) have their own houses. Unlike werewolves, whose mates are chosen by the moon goddess, vampires, witches, and wizards choose their own spouses.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

“There's a bit of everything, and the world is ruled by houses: wolves (first house), witches and wizards (second house), humans (third house), and undefined species (like the Fourth House). The classification goes from strongest to weakest, just like in the animal kingdom. If you take a moment to evaluate, we humans weren't in an advantageous position.” “Do you know anything about your parents?” He asked, pausing at the cabin entrance and looking at me. “What do you want to know about them?” I replied defensively. “You bear the mark of a hybrid.” He dropped his prey to the ground and entered the hut, and I followed, confused. “What mark?” I glanced back. “Are you going to leave our prey out

Rideten was the perfect balance between city and country, a small city with all the advantages of one, and just enough country to give it a more relaxed feel and prettier views. The house that he pulled up out front caught his fancy, and he spent a moment considering it, and imagining his and Morgana’s young running through its generous, flower filled garden, their petals closed for the night. It was a heritage home of rambling style, dormer windows lit warmly from within, chimneys and turrets. When he built, he tended to select sleek designs of flat, windowed surfaces and simple color schemes, but there was a charm to the filigree and detail and it brought back many memories, both good and

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh