Ron Weasley House Novels & Stories

The Sandford's, Lawrence's, and Weasley's were the three big families of Confluence Base City. The head of the Sandford's, Chris Sandford, was a Rank 7 Evolved One. On the other hand, the head of the Lawrence's, Orion Lawrence, was a Rank 6 Evolved One. As for the head of the Weasley's, Zeff Weasley, he was a Rank 6 Evolved One. "Dad, Mr. York killed the two admission officers from Cloudtop Academy. Sandy and Elise…" Before Jackson could finish his statement, everyone understood the implicit meaning. He was trying to ask whether or not Elise and Sandy should enroll at Cloudtop Academy.

The castle loomed ahead, a formidable structure, reflecting the ancient lineage of the werewolf family that resided within its walls. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before entering. Luna's parents, Lord and Lady Silverwood, were strong and revered leaders of our werewolf community. I had met them on several occasions and had always felt a mix of respect and awe in their presence. However, the circumstances of my arrival cast a somber shadow over the usual warmth that filled their abode. Upon entering the castle, I was greeted by the loyal pack members who served as guards. They nodded solemnly, acknowledging my presence and understanding the gravity of the situation. Their ey

Once the summer was over and those who worked returned to work, while those who were still in school returned to school, and Sonny back from Wiltspoon, he could take over the Longbottoms without having to watch his back in that sense. “Noelle, let’s not go back to that place tonight. Let’s go to our new house instead. I secretly bought a new house not long ago and we haven’t stayed there yet.” Noelle asked, “Are you afraid of an attempt on your life there?” “No, but I don’t feel like fighting with them tonight. I might not be really drunk, but after drinking so much, my movements won’t be as fluid.” Noelle chided, “Who told you to drink so much tonight? If you have a hangover when you get up

Grainne's wrist was gripped by Carwyn Levi's hand until it was bruised, but the pain in her hand was already transmitted to her heart. Arriving at William's house, Grainne led Harry upstairs and began to pack up, Harry obediently sitting beside him. Looking at Grainne's busy appearance, Harry asked, "Mom, are we moving house again?" Grainne nodded, "Harry, tomorrow I'll take you to the hotel to stay for the night, we'll find a new home soon."

*Kingston's mansion* Draco had left before Erada could look for him and she went back into her quarters dejectedly, she had made it clear that she wanted nothing more to do with him but now she had a lot to do with him. The orphanage had gotten thier biggest donations thanks to Draco and Zaqh and they wouldn't lack money even in the years to come. It didn't take long for the news to spread throughout Green city, the third master of the Harrison family and the second master of the Steele family attended the eldest miss's party, those who didn't attend were filled with regret.

I mumble. He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. “My favorite kind of mess.” He says, making me blush and the butterflies in my tummy go crazy. “Come on, let’s go in. Everyone is waiting for us.” He adds. I nod and make sure to keep my emotions in check this time. We step inside the house and I am not surprised by how grand their house looks. From the halls, there are pictures of Ronan and his parents lining the walls, pictures of his grandmother with another old man that I assume was his grandfather.

I yanked my sleeve down over the rune and followed the witch down the hall. The council chamber was colder than I remembered. A wide octagonal room with frosted stained glass stretching from floor to ceiling, each panel representing one of the four Houses and their shared crest at the center. The magic woven into the floor hummed with old, binding spells. Neutral ground, supposedly. I wasn’t so sure anymore. Ronan was already there, standing near the center with Caelum, Lucien, and Elias. Nora stood closest to the crest, chin lifted, eyes hard. Her posture screamed control, but I caught the tension in her fingers.

They follow Florence inside, and one of Florence’s grandmothers comes out into the hallway to greet them all, “Gods, it’s good to speak my mother tongue to other people. Family is one thing, but it’s really nice to meet a fellow Brit. Hello, welcome!” She greets Greyson warmly, and leads him into the main room of the house. Most of the house is one room, but there are a few doors that must lead to bedrooms and such. It’s clearly lived in by busy Witches. The room looks to be in chaos; various items, books and potions are scattered everywhere. Celine puts a hand on George’s arm,

“So, these are the best colors.” And who am I to argue with such flawless logic? This isn’t a Muggle house, after all. We matched the rest of the house to those colors, and the mantelpiece in the living room even boasts a Gryffindor crest because the red and gold reminded us of the common room.

We reach a huge manor that almost looks like a castle and the car comes to a stop. "Home!" Arya shouts, smiling from ear to ear. We get out of the car and Leon grabs my hand, directing me inside. "This is a castle," I look around in awe. The house is ten times bigger than the packhouse back home, it has royal blue-themed rooms with high ceilings. The floor is sparkling and everything is neat in its place. A few Omegas run to welcome us, "Is this the packhouse?" I ask. "Yes, It's one of them. We have about five,"