Ron Weasley House Novels & Stories

A month later, he was selected for an apprenticeship at Karnam, the largest and most prestigious wizarding academy in Velas. The boys were housed in an auxiliary building, sharing rooms with other workers. The chief foreman was an old elf who appreciated hard work and had no favourites. He rotated the boys at various jobs where they were graded and then assigned to appropriate assignments. Nio was lucky. Most of the boys could not read or write so education gave him an advantage and after grading he was placed in the main library as a junior assistant.

With breakfast finished, we set off for school. Lucy informed me that our street, Omicron, was just two streets away from the school, which was situated on Rho Street. As we walked through Omicron, I observed the various houses, including Peach's residence where we were staying. Alongside Peach's house were a light blue and a red one, both serving as homes for unmated and orphaned female werewolves.

Their smells were still present in the abandoned building. I took a large group of werewolves to Bennet's residence. The door of the wooden house was wide open and the place was empty. All the magic potions and herbs on the table had also disappeared. A thin layer of dust covered all surfaces. It looked like Bennet had left this house a while ago.

I said to myself and drove out of the castle. Lady Lena’s residence was far from the castle, and she’d never attempted to move nearer even though he official residence as the eldest wolf in Ravenclaw was beside my house, I never understood why she didn’t occupy the space, maybe I was going to find out why today too, I thought and continued driving along.

They were running in the completely wrong direction. Those wolves are already gone. Ronan gestured for me to follow him toward the most imposing structure in the center of the dead village. The Alpha family mansion. Victor's home. The grand double doors were slightly ajar. Inside, the marble floors still gleamed faintly beneath a layer of dust. To me, every corner of this room held a fragment of my childhood. I remembered the Luna often bringing me in here, sneaking me warm cookies, and letting me trace the spines of the books in her grand library.

He sits at the desk, grabs the bowl, and eats super fast before I come back. Selene comes back with a glass of water. Seeing him shove food in his mouth makes her want to laugh and cry. He looks like he hasn't eaten in days. “Slow down, you will choke.” She gives him the water. Orion smiles with his mouth full. “Thank you, Grandma.” “Eat easy. Your mom won’t be back yet. I will watch the front door.” Orion eats like a little thief. Our new neighborhood is really nice. It is right in the city but it has tons of green trees and grass for wolves. It has a school, a market, and a train station close by.

He pulled back onto the road, keeping one of his hands resting over mine for the entirety of the drive. When Orion turned the car down the gravel driveway and parked, the house came into view. It was simple, yet a quiet elegance. It was smaller than what I had initially expected for someone connected to a corporate family—a two-story home wrapped around by flower beds filled with the same blooms that grew in Orion's mother's memorial garden. A wind chime clinked softly near the porch as we walked the steps.

She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house. “Hermoine Granger,” I answered and Susie fell into a rant about how the dynamic between her and Ron Weasley made for the perfect love story which I couldn’t help but agree with. *** An hour into The Chamber of Secrets I caught a scent that made me freeze in my seat, the room was dark except for the light of the tv screen but Jasper’s presence was clear as day to me. He was accompanied by a blond guy who looked to be around his age and as they searched the crowded room for space to join the marathon, it became painstakingly obvious that the only space left was on the couch beside me.

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.