Slytherin Christmas Novels & Stories

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

“So can we go back or nah?” He nodded. “You may return to school today… if you don’t want to miss the House Sorting Ceremony this evening.” I groaned so hard my soul left my body. “Fucking House Sorting. Seriously? Again with the teen drama rituals?” Thistle squealed like it was Christmas and Halloween had a baby. “Yesss! I can’t wait!” I gave her a deadpan stare. “Betrayal.”

Cherry replied sarcastically, "Don't get too cocky. Anything could happen, and something good could turn into something bad." "I'm younger, yet stronger than you. Having said that, I heard that Nine had a thing with a girl from the Kingsleys. So when can I hear the good news?" sneered Draco. He continued, "Anyway, I really admire the way you handled things. In order to please that girl from the Kingsley Family, you sent Nine to her bed. However, Nine was a weird person himself. Beware, you might get bitten by him at any time." Cherry stared at Draco fiercely as she heard his words.

The Headmaster halted his steps when he reached his table and he went straight to the shelf hat stood next to it. "ELA EDO CHALICE" He chanted and with a casual flick of his wand, the ancient chalice that sat on his top-shelf flew towards him. It landed on his hand very smoothly and Professor Sonny caressed its intricate pattern with so much care as if it was a lover he was touching. "Hello my dear, are you ready to receive my surprise to you? I brought you someone whom you were probably dying to meet." Professor Sonny whispered next to the ancient chalice. He has this kind of evil grin on his face when he said that clearly showed that the Headmaster was definitely up to something.

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

now it’s finally paying off. Felix and I have been invited to the Packhouse for some of the highest achieving candidates. It’s arranged by Rose Fyrestone every year and Dex always attends. I never got a chance to tell Kate before our row, I wish I had, just so I could see her face drop. Sinead has got an invite too, she is absolutely smashing her Healing classes, whereas I am the Dark Arts queen of campus. Together we make quite a team. Perhaps I might ask Berlarot to bump Martha out of the way.

Even if she were lying, she should make sure to lie to Draco forever because it would sure be a storm if she were to reject Draco’s proposal. Peter was having a headache thinking of the task he had been assigned before they had come here. “Search for the best venues for a proposal and create a detailed plan for decorations, lighting, music, and all other necessary detail.” Morgan had said, as if it were an important task. He had wanted to question the boss's rapid pace, considering that he had recently met the boss lady, but his next words silenced him. “Make sure to work on it as soon as possible; I want to give her a surprise after we return from Italy.”

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

One of them even yelled. "You are the liar!" "Really? What reasons do I have to lie to any of you? Susan , dear, if you please." Erik answered the accusation and invited Susan up to his side. Susan stood at Erik's right side and with a smile directed to the old student, moved her right arm diagonally, mirroring the action that Erik had early realized. And when she closed her hand in a grabbing motion, the sword that appeared was not Gryffindor's one, but it was similar. Slowly she pointed the sword to the old student, but changed its grip, dropping the sword perpendicularly to the ground, and showing its details to the students. Similarly, it was an equally finely crafted silvery long sword.