Ravenclaw Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Hardly the moment for interior design appreciation. But now… now that I’m actually walking through it—the place looks like a museum married a cathedral and had a baby that thinks too highly of itself. Marble floors that gleam like mirrors, chandeliers that probably cost more than my parents’ house, long hallways decorated with paintings that look ancient and expensive. If I didn’t hate the reason I’m here so much, I might’ve been excited. We make several turns—left, left, left… right… then left again. Seriously, who designs houses like a maze?

Why think of another king when I have my own to think about? Lost in my thoughts, I see the colors of the Fenrisúlfr Clan, the silver reds with black tones passing to land on my solid body, the colors changing into a bright pink shade as it shifts into those of my clan gray, white with gold, as the sun passes so does the colors into a green with purples from the Itah clan, green, oranges and blue, those of the Skoll clan that mixed again. Chandeliers of crystals hung from the delicate chapel.

Raven was saying something about turning the festival in Escuro into an annual event. I adjust the angle of the mirror then meet my own gaze. My hair falls around my shoulders like a pale waterfall. After so much time, I’m finally able to admit the hazel eyes suit my face better—they warm my complexion and make me look more alive than a Solberg ice blue ever did. Hollis’s mother’s necklace remains proudly around my neck, the symbol of her kingdom joined by an equally poorly made combination of Dun’s Crossing’s and Starfall Mountain’s. His work, of course. I smile at myself.

KALEB “How many times do I need to tell you that these things are not magic-related?” Raven huffed, and she rolled her eyes in annoyance. She tucked a strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear and shook her head slowly. I frowned at her as irritation bloomed within me. “Are you sure about this?” “One hundred percent,” she replied without missing a beat, and then she grumbled. “Where did you find all of these things? All of these women’s clothes and makeup… are you some kind of a pervert? Why would you think any of this is related to magic?”

The uncertainty left me restless, tapping my phone screen without really looking at what was in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Raven walking toward me. She wore a sheer red lace bra and matching panties. They were so transparent that nothing was hidden. Her nipples and the outline of her body were on full display. Raven is a confident and intentional woman who is always dressed with the intention of being seen and envied. She sat down on the empty chair beside me, leaning back like she owned the space.

Meeting: Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

20 Years Later Raven University — Alexander’s POV The Blackwood crest loomed over the wrought-iron gates of Raven University like a sentinel carved from nightmares and myths—a massive silver wolf etched into obsidian stone, its eyes twin chips of moonstone that seemed to pierce the dawn fog, judging every soul that dared approach. Most students passed beneath it with wide-eyed awe, whispering prayers to whatever deity they favored, their footsteps quickening as if the wolf might lunge from the stone at any moment. Me? I strode under it every morning with a cocktail of irritation and reluctant pride churning in my gut.

May the Goddesses by with you through your life Blessed Be My blessed children Blessed Be. Ravenclaw Coven 0001 A.D.

—a silver bracelet adorned with gleaming stones of amethyst— the colors of the Aronohai family. The symbolism is wasted, but isn’t lost on me. “I’m glad you like it”. He smiles coyly. “…considering how much you refused to take it then”. I see where the twins got their bad habit of poking fun at people. Raven is a master of it, he does it so well that I always end up speechless. “And that suit really brings out your figure…”. “Thank you”. He dragged me to another clothing store and ‘settled’ on this.