Slytherin Traits Novels & Stories

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

He probably did not expect to hear an answer from her since as a human, she mustn’t have ever thought of herself as Luna. “ The three t-traits are C-courage, Strength, and W-wisdom,” Elora answered and shut her eyes in embarrassment because she stuttered. This always happens when she is either put on the spot or when she is talking to someone she is not comfortable or familiar with and this time she was experiencing BOTH! The peals of laughter that followed her answer didn’t help matters, it only made her feel more vulnerable. She started to wish in her mind that Roman could help her. She started wishing that Roman didn’t have a life-threatening reason that keeps him from helping her out of

I mumbled softly and finished my ice cream. “Well, I think you are taking it all pretty well,” he snickered, and I gave him a blank stare. Leaning back in his chair, Ethan, having eaten his ice cream, clasped his hands together and gave me a once-over. “You know Sylvie, if you think about yourself and what your interests are you would see that the truth has always been there. I mean, you love the forest, have excellent hearing, and have a good sense of smell. All of those things are werewolf qualities,” he explained and I rolled my eyes.

No one would trust her for business or anything else. All I could say was, she shot herself in the foot. Especially after all the warnings from her mother—how Diana had refused to let her be with him at first. But Charlotte, being the stubborn kid she was, rebelled anyway. Pushed hard for it. I couldn’t fault her completely. If anything, I’d say she got preyed on. Kingsley knew exactly how to prey on young ones, twist their minds until they couldn’t see straight. That’s what the men in his family were good at—smooth talk, empty promises. I’d seen it before.

I tried to talk Dad out of letting me change schools. “Why can’t I just finish my final year at Sunders and then come to Oakland to join you?” I tried to argue with him, but he just wasn’t having it. I even cooked his favourite meal on our last night at Sunders to try to convince him, but Dad is nothing if not stubborn, and unfortunately, that is a trait Harry got from him. Not me, though. Me? I am as gentle as a dove and sweet as sunshine. Just ask the black nail polish and the dark eyeliner in my drawer, they’ll tell you.

"You're too meek, Bellatrix. You're the first one in my life who thinks I'm kind." Her frown deepening, she slowly touched the tip of her nose. "I don't know what others say; I only say what I feel." Her hazel eyes blazing, "To me, you did not give me a reason to think otherwise; therefore, I do not lie," she muttered with a pout. Well, now I realize why she gets hate in her family; it seems opposing her parents is not new for her. She's open and speaks her mind, unlike other elites who prefer their daughters to be soft-spoken and only speak their words.

"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..."

Before I could finish, Soren raised his hand, curling his fingers as if ready to flick me again. I quickly covered my head. "Nuh-uh! That really hurts!" "Then stop talking nonsense!" Soren scolded. I sighed. "It's the truth, though. Look at how much the elders adore her personality." But… I couldn't deny it. It was just like Sally had said. I had everything going for me, except my temper. Maddison, on the other hand, had had a sweet tongue and had known how to flatter people—a skill I lacked entirely.

Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor. To think they where my brothers. I shrugged it off, like it was some forbidden thought. "Gryffindor is made from a long line of royalties. It's like a generational thing." I told her. "I'm mostly confused about it myself." "I'm sure I won't get confused." She replied, doing the high plank . "You've met walker?" I asked her. "I have. We technically bumped into each other in the worst ways ever." She replied. I grinned, knowing what walker was capable of.

“Then what’s the problem with leaving the class if he doesn’t want to stop teaching? I’ve always told you that a sophisticated, private high school is the right choice for you. But no, you’d rather settle for that shitty shack, all because you want to prove a point. A point that isn’t worth all this stress.” Lia wants to argue but thinks better of it. Until she can match her aunt’s acerbic tongue, she’s better off quiet. If there is one thing witches are famous for apart from their unparalleled control of magic, it’s their haughtiness. Sandara says it’s an acquired trait, but Lia finds that hard to believe. She has never seen any witch who isn’t naturally arrogant- it practically runs in the