Slytherin #hufflepuff Friendship Novels & Stories

Will, he going to kiss her? "Athalia. You're here!" Charles called Athalia. He approached them. "Hi, I'm Charles. Athalia's new friend." He held out his right hand to Luke. Luke accepted Charles' handshake. "I'm Luke, Athalia's Best Friend since childhood." Luke introduces himself to Charles. She was surprised by what he said. Best friend? Did she hear it right? Or maybe, he just said that because Charles introduced himself as her friend. It hurt her to think that. She looked at him. He seemed serious about the words he uttered.

says Syl with a laugh, "friends get to know each other, right? And you're a friend now." "Thanks," I say genuinely, "I'm very happy to have friends." "Um, how about me?" asks Hala to the twins, "Am I not good enough?" "Of course we're all friends!" says Sylvester with a smile. "Except between the two of us," says Lucius as he points between himself and his brother, "we have too many fights between us."

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

It was difficult to believe that a small girl could eat a stack of eight pancakes and drink two glasses of strawberry milk in one meal. Instead of answering, Yelena levelled Zen with a stare. “Did you try to understand why they said no? Friendship isn’t about winning. It’s about sharing. Only kind people can have friends. Selfish people have pawns. Right now, I don’t feel like pledging loyalty to you. Zen is stinky!” Hopping off her chair, Yelena placed her dirty dishes in the sink and mumbled her thanks for the food. Before exiting the kitchen, the Russian invigilator turned around.

Poppy's grin returns and despite the groans of her two friends, she holds up her phone where a picture of a guy wearing a lot of gold jewellery, a backwards baseball cap and bright green sunglasses obliterating the view of the majority of his face, is smirking at the camera, his hand gripping his chin with his first finger pointing skywards. Even though it's impossible to tell, Aurora tells her he's "really fit" and joins in the discussion with the other two girls about their holiday. I stand there watching the interaction with confused awe and suddenly, I wonder what I've stumbled into. Every school I've ever been to had clear friendship groups that didn't intermingle, so how is it in this

To protect ourselves, we shut off people. I remembered her stories about them being the Harry, Ron, and Hermione of the Southshire Academy. Luna is the kind of girl who is hard to be hated. She’s kind and cool. I want a relationship like what Lucas and she have. They are the polar opposite of each other but they fit perfectly with each other.

I don’t think he’s going to tell me, but Floyd relaxes on the table and starts talking; “Senior year of high school. I was the class nerd with zero friends and Harlan was the new kid who kept getting in trouble. The school’s counselor begged me to become his Biology tutor and we’ve been inseparable since them. At first, our friendship was kinda weird. People kept wondering why a perfect student like me would want to be friends with a deviant like Harlan, and why the school’s prince would want to be friends with a boring person like me.” “I can see why,” I mumble.

Within the hour, I was trending everywhere as the infamous "Fake Best Friend" The Internet wanted to tear me apart. Everyone claimed I had been jealous of Elise and deliberately tricked her into eating poisonous mushrooms out of spite. I contacted Elise on WhatsApp and demanded she explain herself publicly. Instead, she blocked me immediately and started livestreaming online. The poisoned classmates were there with her. Elise wept into the camera. "It's all my fault for trusting the wrong person. She told me poisonous mushrooms could let us see the answers to the SAT. I trusted her because I thought she was my best friend. I never imagined she was lying to me.

They ignored me or worse scowled at me in warning, giving me the feeling that not all of them were as welcoming as my two friends. "Don't bother with them. Most of them are mean fúckwads." Oliver had said. I didn't try making new friends because I was quite happy around Oliver and Anjelo. I was starting to feel like we could have our own Golden Trio although I'm not as smart or beautiful as Hermione Granger. But my friends are as good as Harry and Ron.

“You two are improving, though.” “See? The nice sibling has spoken,” I pointed at Hera. She rolled her eyes. And Hera, who wasn’t openly free around us, was beginning to loosen a little. Even though they were tiny, rare smiles, they were there. And Flynn, He had somehow become an actual friend. Not an imaginary one, or some fake school friendship I see around. It wasn’t pity anymore. It was real, and I could see it. We sat together in class lately, walked together, and ate lunch together. Sometimes, we’d even practice tiny spells under desks during boring lessons and create small but harmless pranks.