Ron Weasley House Novels & Stories

And so at 6:30 exactly, I stood at the end of the curved driveway leading to Suzanne's house, dressed in best coven fashion as a very over-the-top witch. Second choice had, of course, been a demon, but Meira had dibs on that one. I made it up the fresh asphalt behind a couple of other kids dressed like the king and queen of hearts. I recognized them from the halls at school. They checked me out, but didn't say hello, so I tried to ignore them. I admired the huge house with its perfect manicured lawn and weedless flowerbeds. We never lived in a beautiful new house. For some reason, probably something to do with power, Mom always chose a home older than dirt. I loved the bright yellow door and

Chelsea sighed, kissed his hair, and whispered, “Yeah, sweetie. That’s kind of his brand.” Their home had become a strange little slice of chaos-meets-cozy over the past two years. A converted greenhouse-turned-cottage just inside the Blood Moon borders, infused with witchy wards, wolf-proof doors, and a playroom with more runes than a school for mages. And somehow, it all worked.

We walked into the pack house hand in hand. Today, the pack house is unusually clean. I can only smell flowers and food, not sweat. There's no one inside of the house. Eaton walked us to the backyard again and I could already see the crowd. Everybody is waiting there. The hugeeee backyard is almost full with people. Not everyday that normal werewolves get invited into the pack house. I mean, it's so crowded that I think maybe it's the whole pack right here.

She even heard them one last time calling for her name before the rest house collapsed with the sound of a bomb. The whole place was covered with fire and everything was pitch black. Her father there, Ivan was there, trying to save her but all she can think of was her sons. After that incident, Weasley and James were burned by the fire. They also found bodies inside and it matched the twins dna. "Maybe you need to stay at the facility for another short period of time, Charylle. Are you taking your medicines–" "I'm fine..." She said, standing up from her seat and walking away like nothing happened.

"You're a potterhead?" "Yup," he nodded eagerly as he finished his ice cream. "Oh really?" she smiled, glad that she had found a kindred soul within him already. "Of what house?" "Gryffindor," he replied, smiling widely. "And you?" Marwan wouldn't have any idea what Gryffindor meant or what it meant to be a potterhead. She began to compare the two men in her head, weighing their attitudes and likeness to each other. They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other.

He also took off the helmet worn by Serry. “Your house looks comfortable. Many flowers live there.” Serry smiled sweetly while pointing to the flowerpots neatly lined up in the yard. “My mother likes flowers very much. She is also diligent in planting flowers and caring for them until they grow lush,” he explained to Serry. Addy stood beside his Omega and then hugged the slender body from the side. He smiled as Serry was amazed by his yard. Addy's house is small, typical of housing for ordinary werewolves. Although it is small, it has a fairly large yard, and it is used to grow flowers.

Because what sort of place might Orion have that’s out of his dad’s control? Orion vanishes us away to…a very strange, very cute little house. It seems to rise out of the dirt of its own accord, like it…grew there, like some sort of plant, its edges and walls rounded and fading into the earth instead of standing distinct. “Oh, it’s so cute!” Laila gasps, her shock and surprise about the day fading quickly into delight at the sight of the little home. “It’s kind of weird outside,” Orion says on a sigh, running his hand through his hair. “But it’s really nice on the inside. It was my mom’s.”

I squinted through the brightness. Siobhanny screamed. Then the House of Heights came tumbling down. DAZED, I BLINKED MY EYES OPEN TO DARKNESS. Then I coughed against the stone dust, scrabbling to free myself from the fallen masonry and roof beams. My head ached, and blood dribbled down my throat. Frogs’ toes, Mischief taking back his magic had pulled down the entire House of Heights that had been my family’s home — the Wolve Winner’s home — for over four hundred years.

On my first day guarding Regina, she asked me, ‘Which house are you in? She was referring to the Hogwarts houses from Harry Potter. When I confessed that I hadn't read the books, she bought me the entire series and annotated her favorite parts for me. The Johnsons are a bunch of nerds. To me, they're instantly lovable. But I also hold respect for the other two families. The Walsh Empire is the largest and is renowned for their grace, intellectual prowess, and unwavering loyalty to each other. Each Walsh family member is proud and uniquely passionate, but when it matters, they stand together as a united force.

"What kind of shitty place is this?" Why would Roanne arrange for them to meet here? Charlotte entered the house, mumbling some vague complaints under her breath. At the end of the second-floor stairwell, Roanne was sitting in a chair with a swaddled baby in her arms. She smiled at Charlotte when she saw her. "My dear sister, do you remember what this place is?" Charlotte sneered. "How the fuck would I know what place this is? It's too crappy…" "This is the ruins of Love and Kindness Children's Home, where we grew up," said Roanne impassively as she met Charlotte's disgusted gaze. "This is where you, me, and Number-9 lived. Have you forgotten?"