Hogwarts Houses Traits Novels & Stories

Brooke wrapped her arms around him, then she kissed him thoroughly on the lips. “Witch,” Clara muttered. “What was that?” I asked her. “I thought we agreed on not talking about exes and witches.” I didn't care about the boy. I wanted to know about Brooke, but why she hated Ivy, and Clara didn't seem interested in discussing her either. We had a quick meal at the cafeteria, and I got to meet more of Ivy’s friends, each in different houses, except Ferales. The only friends she had in the same house as her were Ruby and Clara. I believed those were her closest friends, too. There were five houses in the Academy representing the five known bloodlines, and House Ferales was the most notorious, as

"You're a potterhead?" "Yup," he nodded eagerly as he finished his ice cream. "Oh really?" she smiled, glad that she had found a kindred soul within him already. "Of what house?" "Gryffindor," he replied, smiling widely. "And you?" Marwan wouldn't have any idea what Gryffindor meant or what it meant to be a potterhead. She began to compare the two men in her head, weighing their attitudes and likeness to each other. They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other.

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

Without prompting, one of the Unspeakables approaches and casts his diagnosis spell while waving his wand. "Same." With a very short answer, the unspeakable went back to his group. "It seems that someone wanted to sow distrust between the houses. How is the interaction between houses?" Erik asks while looking at the Head of Houses. But it was Director Bones that answered that. "In short words? Slytheryn and Gryffindor are always at each other's necks, Ravenclaw is 'too smart' to mix, Hufflepuff sticks to themselves. At least it was like that 20 year ago."

“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

“This is bigger than that. I have my reasons. I know things. I have secrets. And I know how to get inside.” Ron raised an eyebrow. “And why would I trust you?” “Because you need me,” she said. “You’re unstable. You act without thinking. You start fires before you build walls. You need someone who can control the storm.” Ron stood up slowly. The room felt colder. His voice was low. “Are you calling me crazy?” he said. Hermoine looked him in the eye. “I’m calling you dangerous. And that’s not a bad thing. But if you want to win, you need to follow my plan. My rules. My way.”

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.

He probably did not expect to hear an answer from her since as a human, she mustn’t have ever thought of herself as Luna. “ The three t-traits are C-courage, Strength, and W-wisdom,” Elora answered and shut her eyes in embarrassment because she stuttered. This always happens when she is either put on the spot or when she is talking to someone she is not comfortable or familiar with and this time she was experiencing BOTH! The peals of laughter that followed her answer didn’t help matters, it only made her feel more vulnerable. She started to wish in her mind that Roman could help her. She started wishing that Roman didn’t have a life-threatening reason that keeps him from helping her out of

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.