Slytherin #hufflepuff Friendship Novels & Stories

You're the one who will give it away because you can't control your powers I smiled at their fighting. It was something that they always did because they were so different from each other. Well, we all were, really. Elena is nice and caring, always worried about other people's feelings, not wanting to upset anyone, and Lillie, well, she is dark. She doesn't care if she hurts anyone. She finds fun in picking on people. Sometimes, it gets a little dark, and we have to talk her down from murder, and then there's me. I don't really know who I am or how i even fit into our friendship i just know that they are the two people in this word that means the most to me and i have always been able to tru

"Max Cairncross, I will ask you one last time. Are you lending me the money or not?" I said each word clearly. "No. I am not." Dylan completely broke down. He yanked a necklace out from under his collar. It held a transparent bottle pendant, smaller than his pinky. Inside the bottle was a rolled-up strip of paper that said: "Max Cairncross is my only best friend." I had one around my neck too. Mine said: "Dylan Price is my only best friend." We gave each other those bottles after graduating high school. They symbolized lifelong friendship.

It had been about an hour since Adam had finished watching Lord of the Rings, and here I was, ensnared in a labyrinth of theories about how Middle-earth worked. "That's what I'm saying, man! A goblin's purpose is to br33d, but technically, if they're br33ding, doesn't that also mean that a female goblin can be born?" His excitement bubbled over as he spoke, gesturing animatedly with his hands.

Therefore, Daisy had made up her mind to support her friends in every way possible. When Cindy made her debut with her first song weeks back, she gave Cindy all of her support, even going as far as getting Edward to help her in every way possible. She knows she owes her friends, Rose and Cindy so much for supporting her when her life was at its darkest. But on the other side where Cindy was sitting, she held a very pretty and bright smile while she stared supportively at her friend, Daisy, but inwardly, her hatred for her friend roared like a raging sea.

For a moment, it’s just the two of us, chasing shadows between the trees, the bond of friendship steady and familiar. Alexis has always been the best friend. When my other friendships fell to the wayside because of my sister’s popularity, it was her and Damon that stayed by my side. I can never repay the kindness she has shown me over the years. But I do know one thing: I will never take her for granted. Sabel lifts her nose to the air and yips when she catches the scent of another wolf. Then Lucy stops dead. She knows that scent. I know that scent.

Of course he’d be here. Different schools. Different circles. Years of distance. And still, somehow, they always ended up in the same room. Harry noticed her a second later. His smile vanished. They stared at each other across the chaos. No waving. No pretending not to notice. Just the quiet, mutual acknowledgment of unfinished business. Someone bumped into Sofia’s shoulder. “Sorry!” She didn’t answer. Harry’s friend said something to him. Harry didn’t respond. His eyes stayed on her. The past hit fast and unwelcome—playground sand, raised voices, a teacher pulling them apart. His laughter. Her humiliation. A grudge that had aged with her, sharpened instead of fading.

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

She had a suggestion on how I might answer Sylvia’s question, one that would certainly get under Hael’s skin, even if he didn’t show it. “Oh, I apologize, Sylvia.” I said sincerely, purposefully turning away from Hael’s blank stare. “I actually have made a couple more friends. In one of my classes I sit next to Delaney Cloverfield and I eat my lunches with Holden Cartier.” The intense rush of satisfaction that filled my veins and nearly made me sigh in contentment wasn’t from Sylvia’s look of genuine surprise turned pleasure but was from the way Hael’s stare turned downright hostile. I could make out the embers of those dark flames from my peripherals, but no matter how compelling they were,

Tiana stormed in with her gigantic head tie flying all over the place. "What are you doing here?" Suzy faked smiled and crossed her hands over her exposed bosom. "We are here to help in any way possible, hi Suzy." Oliver said with hands in his pockets before winking at her. "So what does this symbol mean?" Hilda raised the A4 paper and narrowed her eyes at it. "It is a picture of a pitchfork crossed over a shovel and beneath it is a heap of sand with two plants sprouting from it." I clasped my arms behind my body.

We glanced at each other but I gestured with my head for him to go on and he did. “Hi! I’m Kyle Miller from HB group,” he waved and I could already see the girls drooling over him from my side. Oh, and HB as in ‘Half-Bloods’, the school’s divided into different supernatural groups for convenience. “I hope to make great friends here. Can’t wait to know all of your names!” Those claps afterward were more than enough for me to know that they liked him. I sighed when the class went silent again knowing that it’s my turn next.