Hufflepuff Backgrounds Novels & Stories

Clara whispered, her voice catching in her throat. The floor of the hall was smooth obsidian, reflecting the light from the silver chandeliers above. Ancient, thick wool tapestries hung along the high stone walls, showing the Hallow clan crest: a silhouette of purple saxifrage beneath a shimmering green aurora. The colors had faded with age, which only made the place feel more sacred and full of history.

“So, these are the best colors.” And who am I to argue with such flawless logic? This isn’t a Muggle house, after all. We matched the rest of the house to those colors, and the mantelpiece in the living room even boasts a Gryffindor crest because the red and gold reminded us of the common room.

"I don't get to do that much, but Jasmine doesn't mind." Renee doesn't say more about that and I really think I know why and I am just happy to know her wolf's name. She then took a deep breath and began to tell me all about it. She explained how there was a whole other world, hidden from the non-magical people, where witches and wizards lived and went to school. She told me about Hogwarts, the magical school, and how it was divided into four houses, each with its own unique traits and qualities. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be amazed by her words. It sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real.

The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes, and blondie got pointy ears—definitely Fae. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes."

"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."

The return itself had already made a statement. And the school was listening. The main hall of Obscura Arcanum was never truly quiet. Even in winter. Voices echoed off vaulted stone ceilings. Footsteps layered in overlapping rhythms as students carried trunks toward their respective houses. The banners overhead shifted faintly in the air currents, Everley’s deep blue and silver nearest the eastern stair, Hawthorne’s forest green toward the west, Nerezza’s dark crimson lining the shadowed corridor, and the gold-threaded black of Aurelian hanging alone near the center like a reminder of something reclaimed.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

Red and gold banners hung in the top two towers with an emblem that I guessed was the schools. “Holy shit, I’m at Hogwarts,” Not realizing I said that out loud. “Only better,” she whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Come let me show you why it’s better. I looked at the grounds and school in awe. All of the students had black and white uniforms with a gold seal on the shirt. The girls wore checkered skirts with white blouses, and gray stockings. While the boys were in black slacks, a white button up and a red and black striped tie.

"Let's get you checked in. Welcome to Hollowhaven Academy. We'll help you discover your magic and how to control it." "Excuse me." We enter the largest of the gray buildings. Inside a blue carpet with silver swirls runs the length of the hallway. Silver picture frames of past classes hang on the walls. "There's been a mistake. I don't have any abilities. Do you have testing so I can get this over with and back home?"

Picture Harry Potter's dining hall where everyone would gather for the special assemblies. The hall has a tall ceiling painted in a soft cream color, while the walls are made of a rich, honey-brown wood, and the floor is covered in a large plush, beige carpet. There are long tables that stretch across the room, each one lined with simple, wooden, high chairs. The tables are made of the same warm wood as the walls, and they are laid with clean, white tablecloths with lace embroidery in teg gems and are arranged in long rows while one table is placed at the front, raised above the others on a small platform. The raised table has a simple, silver centerpiece, and a small, graceful vase with a f