Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Houses Personalities

"You like her. This Natalie. Are you a Potterhead? What's your house?" I stared at him for a moment. "You're a closet nerd, aren't you?" He shrugged. "I'm Slytherin house." "Why doesn't that surprise me?" He smiled. "Your house?" "Ravenclaw." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and smiled. Answered his original question. "I do like her. She reminds me of me when I was that age." I shook my head. "But no, I don't know that I can be considered a Potterhead. I've only ever watched the movies, never read the books."

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

“She owes you a blood debt according to you but what about the fact that all the wizards and witches owe their lives to her for releasing the House of Untolds from the Infertility Curse?" Maeve and Nimue gasped at the Conqueror's throaty rasp. Nimue swayed on her feet, if Maeve hadn't held her up she would have fallen on her knees as her mind started to grasp around the magnitude of the Conqueror's words. Nimue was from the House of Untolds, also known as the Cursed Ones. Witches didn't belong to families, they don't belong to kins. Witches' children were born with a stamp on their souls, their identity was based on the House their souls had the stamp of.

“You will be magically scanned and sorted based on your raw essence. You cannot lie. You cannot refuse. You cannot transfer houses.” Great. So the damn castle was going to assign me a magical Hogwarts on crack dorm based on vibes and trauma. Below the announcement were the four house entries, each with a crest, quote, and glowing bullet points. House VARGHEIM Crest: A snarling wolf’s head surrounded by crescent moons and barbed thorns Quote: “Loyal to the end. Vicious from the start.” Accepts: Shifters, battle born witches, bloodline bound heirs, monster kin

’ She bit her lip and held back a sigh. She knew about the sorting system. It was all in the handbook. There were four houses students were sorted into based on, obviously, what type of supernatural they were. Lupercalia for werewolves, Nosferatu for vampires, Ignis, and Antheion for phoenixes and faes, respectively. Humans would be sorted into one of them based on which they had the most affinity to. But according to the Headmaster, it was better for Layla to stay in a rundown cabin instead of endangering the lives of other students. “I stay in a separate dorm,” Layla simply stated, hoping she doesn’t question further.

Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor. To think they where my brothers. I shrugged it off, like it was some forbidden thought. "Gryffindor is made from a long line of royalties. It's like a generational thing." I told her. "I'm mostly confused about it myself." "I'm sure I won't get confused." She replied, doing the high plank . "You've met walker?" I asked her. "I have. We technically bumped into each other in the worst ways ever." She replied. I grinned, knowing what walker was capable of.

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

“Good. Then they’ll lead. But listen closely. No species is to keep to themselves when we march. That’s exactly what the enemy wants—for us to split along old fault lines. Wolves with dragons. Vampires with witches. Phoenixes with whoever doesn’t get on your nerves that day, Kensavion. Mix yourselves up. Learn how the other breathes. Because when the fortress lashes back, you’ll need each other.” Charlie lifted a hand, already scribbling. “So… basically Hogwarts house-swapping, but lethal.” “Exactly.” Grammy gave her a sharp nod. “Only without the talking hat, because the last thing we need is another sassy piece of enchanted furniture.” “Shame,” Chelsea murmured. “I kind of liked the idea o

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."