Hufflepuff Motto Novels & Stories

Audrey waved at her but she didn't even notice her. "Hazel are you okay?" Audrey asked making Hazel stop on her tracks. "Ugh these former school mates of mine are so annoying. They are asking why I came here." Hazel said "Don't take it to heart. So what do you want us to do? Should we win or should we let them take the glory?" Audrey asked "Let's burn them to the ground." Hazel said with a determined look. "I love that look." Tobin said "The reason some students here don't reach their fullest potential is because the others who are good or think they are just Lord over the others." Hazel said

“And someone who is rude and ill mannered like you doesn’t even deserve to be in college—let alone in the ice hockey team. Just because you are my son does not mean I’m not going to take chances and let you corrupt other students.” Magnus swallowed hard, his eyes darted around the room . “Can someone tell me the College motto?” Talon’s chest heaved in anger. Really? He was rude—he knew he was not going to mention Zevara because he would want to protect her and that was why he use the ‘Ill mannered’ narrative. And why is the old hag asking for the College motto? Elder Gomez raised his hand, stepped forward and bowed. “To find the students worthy in character and in learning.”

What would you think of what we've become? The heavy oak doors of the council chamber loomed ahead, carved with the family crest—a wolf beneath a crescent moon. The motto beneath it read: Strength in Unity, Honor in Truth. Once upon a time, those words had meant something. Marcus paused with his hand on the brass handle. "Remember, you're here to observe and learn. Not to question centuries of pack wisdom." "And if the pack wisdom is wrong?" His father's golden eyes—so much like his own—went cold. "Then you're not ready to inherit it."

The Blight faded into legend, a story told to pups to remind them of what had been and what must never be again. And at the center of the original training ground, beneath the ancient oak, a new statue was erected. Not of Lira — she would have hated that. A statue of a tree, its branches spreading wide, its roots sunk deep. Carved into its trunk were the words that had become the motto of the school, the Compact, the new world: THE LIGHT IS NOT YOURS TO KEEP. IT IS YOURS TO PASS ON. Wolves came from every corner of the territories to see it. To remember. To learn. To plant their own seeds, whatever form those seeds might take.

"Escort her out." Two guards stepped forward. "'Every wolf has value.'" I said it loud enough for the room. "That's the Royal Academy's founding motto. Or does it only apply to wolves with the right last name?" Vivienne's smile froze. "And with respect," I said, keeping my eyes on the supervisor, "you're hiring someone to solve the boss's problems and keep people from becoming his enemies. If your first move is to throw out a candidate because she's from the wrong district, that's exactly the kind of mistake a good assistant would stop you from making."

"Are you aware that transformation spells are mastered in the sixth year?" "I don't understand what that sentence is supposed to mean." It was my turn to frown. "All witches attend Ihikiton. It's where we learn magic and spells and potions and what have you. It's a nice place for the most part. If you don't take into account the bullies and know it all teacher's pet. Or the queen bee and her minions who-" "Mira!" She blinked at me owlishly. A second later, she flushed deeply. "Sorry. Didn't mean to ramble."

The aim of this school focuses more on helping the government , other clean organizations, the aim is to help the poor masses too . All humans are wonderfully made and are all on a mission to save and help humanity from starvation , deaths and to bring happiness. That the motto of the school so once they discover anyone the community rejects or ridicule due to their looks or brandish demeaning names they take if from there. Most times when families in the past found out their children gifts they contact them to come over and help them nurture their children " Nicole stated calmly and gave a smile at her last statement. She will make a very good orater I hope she applies for public speaking.

Oceana got to the gate of the school, and she saw a very big poster stating this. ' THE ENCHANTED SCHOOL: ONE MORE, NOTHING LESS.' Oceana gawked at the motto of the school. 'how does the motto match with the school's name?' she asked herself. She quickly wavered the thought, and stepped into the school. Immediately she entered, the gate gave a light glow which has never happened before. "What was that?" A student asked from inside.

His duty is to—. 'But how can you tell that the rest of the line refers to his duty?' Rum smiled as he returned to the passage he was pointing. 'It's the motto of every first-born. We've been hearing it in school for years—like the worst music put on a loop—first, to reproduce, second, to protect, third, to prolong.' I feel like I'm in a quicksand, sinking rapidly in the werewolf confusion. 'To reproduce, protect and prolong what?'

most especially my aunt was waiting really impatiently. "Finally! Can we leave now?" She asked sighing in relief. I nod my head in reply. I hugged Britney good bye. "You had better give me all the deets on you and Christian when you get back." She mumbles in my ear before I separated from her. My uncle whispered a spell opening up a portal to HUDRATS, that's the name of the school my family owns. It's a school for witches and wizard. And also anything supernaturally related. The school exists to help people learn their magic.