Hufflepuff Pictures Novels & Stories

Geth growled. We were all seated around a large round table in the Great Hall. A glittering chandelier hung above giving off an ambient glow. The room was lined in gilded wood and pictures of previous royalty from the seven magics hung precisely along the walls. I admired the newest. The soul of the fairy realm. Her name was Aurora. We met a couple of times. She was nice.

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.

Cent corrected Matilda which only earned her another set of grunts from the zombie girl who would rather spend her lunch break at the Sinner’s café than be stuck near the hangout area of the Ambivalent students who were giving them a hard glare every chance they could get. The greenhouse was the Sinner’s Café counterpart for the Ambivalent students—only theirs was located inside the premise of the academy and not their dorm territories. Unlike the Sinner’s Café which looked like a witch’s den, they made the greenhouse of transparent glass from its walls to its roof—making it easy for Maleficent to see Merlin, who was sitting behind a bush and reading another set of enormous book. Merlin was

I was never someone who wanted to be the centre of attention, but I guess that’s what I get since I’m so shiny and new here. The common room is exactly what it sounded like. There was only one photo on the walls, and it was a portrait of a man holding a scroll, just like the one in the main foyer. It looked as if his eyes watched you where you went in the room, which made me feel uneasy. The room was lined with shelves of books, and multiple couches. The colors were a mix of red and golds. It reminded me of a room straight out of Hogwarts. The fireplace underneath the portrait was what looked like huge marble stones, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it looked.

“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.”

Student council events. Hallways. Classrooms. The school field. And there. One photograph. A boy. Short black hair. Thin frame. Second-hand uniform. Holding a sketchbook. Carl Hart. The world stopped. Everything connected. The trophy upstairs. Carl Hart. The orphanage. The hidden room. The photographs. The sketches. The preserved shirt. The impossible collection. Her knees nearly gave out. She collapsed into the chair behind the desk. Unable to stand. Unable to think. Unable to breathe properly.

"Before this goes any further — Bring me the most recent report you've received... If they've attached a photograph this quarter, I want that too." Holt set down his pen, reached into his briefcase, and produced a slim folder — the kind that arrived quarterly, through channels that didn't have the Churchill name attached to them anywhere. Augustus reached for the page before Holt had fully extended it. The photograph was recent — a school photo, the kind taken against a plain background, a small boy with dark, careful eyes and an expression that was almost unsettlingly composed for someone his age. For a while, the photograph was the only thing in the room that held his attention.

he snapped impatiently, although a glimmer of curiosity flickered in his eyes. Axel persisted, knowing that Xavier wanted to know more despite his dismissive tone. “Pictures of the kids,” he revealed, holding his ground. Even in the face of Xavier’s irritation. “These pictures were taken at school today.” Xavier’s interest was piqued, and he reluctantly reached for the tablet Axel offered. Although his initial glance at the device was disinterested, he couldn’t help but become engrossed as he swiped through the images. The first picture captured the little girl, her angelic face adorned with green paint, her smile infectious.

I looked down at him, and saw the admiration shining in his eyes behind this glasses, and my heart squeezed. When I looked back at Jeremiah, I found myself smiling. "Yes. This is Chuck." Jeremiah's face suddenly became warmer, he crouched slightly to Chuck's level. "Nice to meet you, Chuck." He said, stretching his hand for a shake. "That's a great shirt. You a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw kind of guy?" Chuck's entire face lit up like fireworks. "Ravenclaw! But I really like Luna Lovegood, and everyone says Hermione should've been in Ravenclaw too because-"