Slytherin #hufflepuff Friendship Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She ignores anyone who isn’t Scarlet or Slade. Scarlet is another wolf I’ve spent a lot of hours watching. Her dedication to Sloane tells me even more about the woman I’m so intrigued by. Scarlet is well liked by many people in school. She’s very outgoing and popular. But she’s never once turned her back on Sloane and surprisingly, Sloane hasn’t turned away from her. I find the dynamic of their friendship fascinating. “Hey, Alpha,” a she-wolf says, drawing my attention away from Sloane but not before I see her roll her eyes.

Brooke wrapped her arms around him, then she kissed him thoroughly on the lips. “Witch,” Clara muttered. “What was that?” I asked her. “I thought we agreed on not talking about exes and witches.” I didn't care about the boy. I wanted to know about Brooke, but why she hated Ivy, and Clara didn't seem interested in discussing her either. We had a quick meal at the cafeteria, and I got to meet more of Ivy’s friends, each in different houses, except Ferales. The only friends she had in the same house as her were Ruby and Clara. I believed those were her closest friends, too. There were five houses in the Academy representing the five known bloodlines, and House Ferales was the most notorious, as

“Right?! Maybe he really likes you.” I laughed. Like, a full snort-laugh that nearly knocked the sanity out of my skull. “Draco? Like me? Sasha, the guy wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire.” “But he’s your fiancé!” “And so is Voldemort to Bellatrix in fanfiction. Doesn’t mean it’s love.” Sasha blinked. “Wow. You’ve been hanging out with me too long.” “Clearly.” She grinned, looping her arm through mine as we started walking toward class. “Still. Whatever happened, it worked. Daniel’s out. You’re safe from his bullying. That’s a win.”

However, their bond is tested when Ryan prioritizes her relationship with Slyvester over their friendship, hurting everyone. ‘I once wished we could keep our friendship even if Ryan chose me, but now, I realize I was too greedy to wish that,’ Slyvester said inwardly as he looked up and shed tears.