Hufflepuff Blanket Novels & Stories

"So let's do it. Susan, do you want to do the honors?" Susan just nodded her head in an affirmative way and extended her hand to leg of the letter 'H' in the Hogwarts shield embedded on the table. Touching it, the section with the Raven in the shield lit up in a soft blue light. Following her example, the Fat Friar extended his hand and touched another leg of the 'H', and a soft yellow light lit up the Badger section of the shield. The Bloody Baron and Sir Robert did the same, and extended their hands to touch the other two legs in the 'H' of the Hogwarts shield, and were answered by each section of the shield lighting up, the Lion with a soft red light, and the Serpent with a soft green lig

“Do you want to eat in the dining room?” “No, I’ll just take some bacon, a couple of muffins… oh, do we have butter?” I asked, almost salivating at the thought of a heavily buttered muffin. “Oh! And maple syrup?” KB chuckled. “Yes, Luna. Go get settled, I’ll bring it in to you. You have a new blanket in the office.” “Oh, Luna! Another one?” She nodded. “I’ll be right in.” I scampered into the office, anxious to see the new blanket. It was a beautiful quilt with enough colors to make a color wheel jealous.

“Before Jules and Harry arrive. Having Phillip Salem see me naked is enough trauma for one day.” “I did not look,” Phillip grunted as he heaved feed bags to the side. “I assure you of that much. My eyes have been glued to the window. They’re starting to leave… The Mer, and the zombies. The Van Helsings… They’re all just walking away. ” “We should do the same,” Heath covered Aislen with a large tartan blanket with buckles and straps. Horse blanket, Aislen acknowledged, but she wasn’t going to complain as it gave her some dignity as Jules and Harry walked through the door.

Either way, she reminded herself that it was none of her business and collected the soft fuzzy blanket on top of Brendan's comforter. It had a wolf's head woven into the front with a snowy mountain backdrop. Of course. Wrapping the blanket in her arms, she locked up and ran back downstairs. Brendan was still waiting outside the room and Bella couldn't help but think Maverick's words had unknowingly caused some hurt feelings. “This one, right?” Bella asked. He saw what she was holding and frowned slightly. “I meant the other one, but yeah, I guess that's fine. It was just a gift.”

She reaches into the bag and pulls out a small Grey blanket. “It’s beautiful, thank you,” she beams, holding it up to take in the small black wolf that's been embroidered into the corner, underneath the wolf are the words ‘Little Bean’. She brings the blanket to her face as if testing the softness against her cheek. “Daddy Deacon has brought you the softest little blanket, Bean,” she smiles down at her small bump, rubbing it gently. The scene in front of me should be a happy one but it feels tainted by what may happen tomorrow. I pray that this isn't the only gift he will ever be able to give our child.

Hazel demanded in a hushed hiss At the very same moment, the overhead light suddenly flashed on with the clinking of the chain, and Hazel had to squint to see against the brightest of the bulb that hung just in front of her. “Put these on!” Snarl ordered, offering no explanation even as he threw a handful of what looked like dirty rags to her. When she pulled the dirty rags apart, she quickly realized that they weren’t rags at all but extremely filthy clothes. So that’s what smells like a wolf, she thought, holding

I hissed, turning my hands upwards and reaching for my core. My hands bloomed with yellow light, growing warm with heat, before sizzling with a blue flame. I almost jumped. At the same moment, I noticed something different about me. I made to run to the mirror before I froze, scooping up the charred blanket and stuffing it into a laundry bag. It should remain there while I figure out what I would do about it. I hope the omegas don’t miss it too much. There are probably a thousand blankets divided into batches for every royalty in the Alpha house, so I don’t think anyone would miss one blanket.

“They have your energy, my son.” Kieran just grinned, and I saw the love in his eyes as he looked at his mother. “Thank you, Mom,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. Mira came over to us, a plate of warm cookies in her hands. “Here,” she said, her voice a little shy. “I made these for the pups. And I also made them new blankets. Their old ones were getting a little too small.” She held up two beautifully hand-stitched blankets, one with wolves embroidered on it and the other with butterflies.

The pain of almost losing her, of the schoolyard cruelty she had faced, of the custody threat that had hung over us like a guillotine, was a shadow I could not shake. I pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. The fabric was soft, the color of slate. I had made it myself, two years ago, from a remnant of merino wool. The seams were reinforced. The edges were bound. A small piece of armor for a small person. She stirred slightly, her brow furrowing, then relaxed back into sleep.

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.