Slytherin Harry Potter Houses Mga Nobela at Kwento

Adnan blinked at her, not really sure what to make of this strange girl. Finally, when it became apparent that she expected an answer from him, he cleared his throat. "Well, that would depend on whether you choose to view his motives from the perspective of the Gryffindors or the other houses," he said. "Meaning?" "If you're in Gryffindor house, it would merely look like he was giving your house what you deserved. Perhaps you might even say he was just paying homage to his old house. After all, we are only human. But if you were, say, in Slytherin, then his motives would seem biased and unfair," he said.

’ She bit her lip and held back a sigh. She knew about the sorting system. It was all in the handbook. There were four houses students were sorted into based on, obviously, what type of supernatural they were. Lupercalia for werewolves, Nosferatu for vampires, Ignis, and Antheion for phoenixes and faes, respectively. Humans would be sorted into one of them based on which they had the most affinity to. But according to the Headmaster, it was better for Layla to stay in a rundown cabin instead of endangering the lives of other students. “I stay in a separate dorm,” Layla simply stated, hoping she doesn’t question further.

I hissed out in anger. "You think you could convince your husband otherwise?" She asked with a look. "Well, do you think you could convince your butcher otherwise?" I asked back and she nodded 'no', just what I thought. "But I'm sure your sister might end up being around you in Ravenclaw, you're from a high house, yes?" She asked. "Yes but our parents are dead and without a brother, we really didn't rise in the ranks since our parent's death" I explained and she just nodded.

After the waitress left, there was an awkward silence at the table. “So, Victoria, what Harry Potter house are you in? I’m sorry but if you’ve never taken the test, then it might be a deal breaker for me. Also, if you Gryffindor, a part of me will think you’re lying regardless of whether or not you’re actually telling the truth.” I was impressed. I hadn’t talked about my love for Harry Potter with anyone in so long. Aaron was just ticking all my boxes “Fear not, I’m a Hufflepuff. What about you?” I asked.

I felt a small smile make its way onto my lips as her seated position reminded me of a small child waiting to hear a bedtime story. "It's where the students gather in the ballroom to be formally placed in your house. There's the blue house, my house, which are the lykans." "Red house which is Lamia. Yellow house for the seers. Purple for half-caste and green for faes." "There's a huge sporting week at the end of each year where the houses compete for bragging rights and seven free days off of school," Hunter inputted, seeming excited to compete against the other houses as if he's still in high school.

She paused, hesitating slightly. "How do we get in?" "We need a key made from Dyrium. It's been broken into three parts—one at the Cunning Forest, the other at the bottom of the S'then River, and the last at the Mad Mage's cottage," she said. Now it was clear why she needed us. She couldn't set out to get all three parts at once because she risked losing one to someone else, but if we worked together, we could get them all at once. "I knew you wouldn't just start buttering up to us for no reason. You actually need us. I never thought I'd get to see the day," Nyla laughed hysterically.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.