Hogwarts Houses Descriptions Novels & Stories

He struck the rusty chain with his sword until it broke. "Are you ready Jenna?" "Always." We quickly entered the house and examined every side of the room. As I was observing a large statue, several large rats suddenly appeared and shocked me to death. I'm sure, even when it was inhabited, this house was very uncomfortable and filled with strange objects. There were so many things that were typical of witches. Some were even similar to the ones in the secret storage room. There were broomsticks, strange statues, hats, robes, and everything about witches.

"Well, it is definitely magical. Most of the labour exercised to erect this structure came from Albus. If not for his powers at some certain stages, it wouldn't have been easy making a wolf house in a month." When they got to the top of the stairs, Isabella paused. For a wizard's settlement, she didn't expect the neatly-arranged settlement. Shelves with bottles that had shiny liquid inside them decorated the sides of the walls. The space looked more like a sitting room because of the presence of sofas. Two tables were close to the window, with bowls of things Isabella didn't want to know. The entire space was painted white, and the abundant sources of artificial illumination made it look whi

It’s huge, with a towering façade that seems to loom over not just the narrow cobblestone road that it’s on, but the entire neighborhood, even if it is the same height. At the top of the building is a series of lion statues, and on the huge wooden double doors is a golden plaque engraved with the House Corbin logo. “It looks like Hogwarts!” she murmurs, grinning. Can she help it that the first book series that ever hooked her was the Potterverse? She watched every movie enough times that she drove Mom crazy quoting Hermione’s lines. And when Hermione walked down that staircase in the pink gown, going from nerdy to drop-dead gorgeous? Her heart exploded, and her imagination went wild. She doe

She probably doesn't want me to speak, but at least I can show that I'm paying attention. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses, each one representing an element and its values. The mirror exists to sort you into one of those houses, and usually, it picks the houses where you will grow as a person." Not in the water house then. My grandmother continues speaking. "The water house values beauty and change. The students placed in that house often see the grace in nature and are resilient to change, usually able to tackle every challenge life gives them." I glance at Daisy. She plants her arms under her chest. I notice every student standing in her group is wearing white and blue. It's probab

I mumbled. “This is the South Wing,” Lara said softly, voice mechanical like she’d memorized the speech. “Most of the dorms are located here. You’ll be staying in Section C, which is mostly first-years. The North Wing houses the arena, the armory, and most training grounds. The East Wing is for the scholars, and the West is restricted unless permitted.” She kept talking and I zoned out. Because what the hell was this? Some Hogwarts-Meets-Asylum hybrid with gods and monsters thrown in for fun?

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 never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

Morris replied and left me and Draco alone As he left I took a good view of entire Seaton House… this two story white stone house was surrounded with a dry rice filed and flower garden… and nothing more specific to see on outside, all I could see was entire porch of house and surrounding covered in golden brown straw of dried and filed and black curled dried leaves and flowers crumbled all over on ground.. “Huhhh….. Why do we have to stay in place this which looks like some curse house” I spoke to myself but Draco caught my words

Ward nine, section one aspirants. Running a hand through my white long hair that fell to my lower back, I pushed my bed towards the window. My arms strained from its weight. I exhaled once it was in place, my heart warming from the astonishing view I now had. Trees stretched endlessly across the land outside the dorm gates, their dense canopies weaving into a deep green that rippled with the wind. While the main school was built like a castle, the dormitory was worse. It had a whole bell house, roofs that had spikes, and gargoyles that stood like sentinels at the entrance.

just enough to make sure he’d remember this lesson for a very, very long time. In under ten seconds, they were all on the ground, moaning and whimpering and I straightened my jacket with my breathing barely elevated. “The fun’s over,” I said and kept walking, leaving them in a heap of their own poor life choices. The witch’s house looked like… well, a witch’s house. It was an old, slightly crooked Victorian tucked behind a overgrown garden. The paint was peeling and a weird-looking wind chime made of bones and feathers tinkled in the breeze.