Ravenclaw Personality Traits Novels & Stories

“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.”

He said. " Oh please! Spare me. You want us to go back to how it was supposed to be but I can assure you One thing, given a second chance, you'll still choose to be an arse and go for Raven. " I mocked. " She's a perfect Luna. She's powerful, she's intelligent, she's strong and most important, she's from a beta lineage. How can you ask a useless, weak and pathetic wolf like yo go back to the past with you? '' I added.

Both personality characteristics are slightly different or maybe much different actually. Harry is the figure of a person who is socially dominant. One of the characteristics that make him dominant in circle and relation is related to the physical aspect, high stature. In addition, full of confidence, always responsible for his speech, has a charismatic voice, popular because of the personality that is fun, easy to get along and helpful. Even so Harry is not obsessed with seeking recognition from others. He just enjoys life with the rule of my way and free spirit. The relaxed character that makes him more popular than his best friend Alfred who had the honorary title of the smartest student

My voice whips out, sharper than I’ve ever heard it. ‘I think you need to hear this,’ Raven says through the mind-link. I curl in on myself, wishing there was some way to block my mental ears. ‘Rowena is a horrible, small woman who finds all her happiness in making others miserable,’ Raven says. ‘For a long time, I was her main target. She hit me when I “broke the rules,” sure, but more often when she and Gavin were fighting, or something didn’t go her way, or she was bored. The things she says and does tell people about her, not about the people she does them to.’

"That is seriously cool. But... why is it considered so bad for the other mages to find me? If they are my people, isn't it more likely that they would know my origins and be generally nice to me?" Elder Kaelith let out a harsh, mocking scoff, her expression turning cynical. "Mages are many times never what they appear to be on the surface, Raven. They are highly pretentious, secretive, and deceptive people. You can find out the truth about your biological origins on your own time. You don't need their help at all. Especially because of that strange dream you said you had a while ago. You might be important to them, yes, but I am not at all convinced it is for anything good."

"We haven't discussed-the future. You said you wanted us to stick, but-" "But you don't know what that entails." He nodded, the clamp around his chest easing. Raven was a planner by nature, always needing to know what came next. The organizational side of her, the one that needed control in all things, had to be going batshit inside her skull. Neither of them had been in a long term relationship. She didn't know what to do, and it was obviously making her crazy.

My grandfather Nyx sat next to me eyeing me curiously. "What is making you distracted, Trevan?" he asked curiously. I grinned, looking over at him. "Do you know a Sage Ravenclaw by chance?" I mumble. Nyx's brow creased and he looked pissed. "Nimue's daughter, I'm aware of her, nothing good comes from a Ravenclaw, bad-blood grandson, you're better off staying very far away," he growled and rubbed his eyes, before walking away from me. That just perked my interest more and I chuckled to myself.

he asked, fear visible on his face. “Ever wonder what it felt like to remain conscious and feel your internal organs melting?” I smiled, moving the magic flames from one hand to the other. “It is a very excruciating feeling. Trust me you don’t want to feel that so tell me what you know and I’ll be on my way.” “She’s no troll,” he hissed. “Not really. Raven’s a witch. A very old, very hungry one. Been around longer than anyone remembers. Even my father knew her before my birth.”

I decided to give it a try. That evening, I returned home and stared at Raven. He had dark skin and solid muscles. His features were flawless. Otherwise, I would not have spotted him by that dumpster at first glance. "What are you staring at?" Raven asked impatiently. "Do you feel unwell at all?" "No. I'm perfectly fine." Raven had a bad temper and spoke bluntly, nothing like other incubi who were docile and obedient. To check what was actually wrong with him, I reached out to touch him.

“I’m a Vulpus.” “Oh, of course you are.” It was my turn to smirk. Like him, I lifted my hand and started checking off his traits – though I only listed the bad ones. “Indecisive. Flaky. Irresponsible. Nosey.” He lifted his hands. “All right. You’ve got me there. But you left off adaptable and intelligent.” I snorted. “I’ve not seen any signs of those traits in you.”