Sorting Ceremony Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Even if she were lying, she should make sure to lie to Draco forever because it would sure be a storm if she were to reject Draco’s proposal. Peter was having a headache thinking of the task he had been assigned before they had come here. “Search for the best venues for a proposal and create a detailed plan for decorations, lighting, music, and all other necessary detail.” Morgan had said, as if it were an important task. He had wanted to question the boss's rapid pace, considering that he had recently met the boss lady, but his next words silenced him. “Make sure to work on it as soon as possible; I want to give her a surprise after we return from Italy.”

"Damn wolf, now isn't the time to distract me." With a deep breath, I center myself, trying not to think about how soft his lips were on mine even as he claimed my kisses with rough passion. Closing my eyes, I ignore the way my body is still tingling even after we have parted, his scent still fresh on my skin. "Get it together, Hazel," I roll my shoulders as I begin the ceremony and focus my thoughts on the packhouse before me. A few moments later, deep purple smoke begins to rise as my spell takes flight, rushing towards the building as the anointing oil calls like to like.

I lifted the glass in my hand, the same moment that fireworks exploded, the background behind me changing to unveil the logo of the brand. Exactly as it had been planned, perfectly executed. The crowd cheered and raised their glasses, oblivious to the turmoil inside my heart. As I watched, Ferrara turned around and with one last knowing look at me, he walked out of the party hall. Alistair looked at him for a moment, and lifted his hand, "How do I sign up as a member of the P. Lux Club, Miss Petrov?" There was a satisfying glint in his eyes, as well as a familiar recognition when he stared at me.

I enter the mini bathroom I had in my office, washing and scrubbing the freaking smell off my body before I go insane. I wonder why I asked for Jimmy's help in getting me a potion that permanently removes the smell of a rogues blood from mixing with mine, "something that simple? It wouldn't even take my aunt a minute to prepare for just a little token." Those were his words and yet he brought something totally unacceptable, instructing me to make a little cut in my skin and rub the concoction there and also underneath my armpits which would help stop the blood scent from mixing with mine. Yet since yesterday I have followed his instructions, making sure to follow them the way he said I shoul

I felt the bond shift, cutting ties with Bennett and starting new ones with Garret. Now it was Blake’s turn as he approached the platform. Barret handed me another pendant, only this one was uniquely made for the wizard. It too held a moonstone, only it was surrounded by small shards of variously colored crystals. They shone in the moonlight, radiating the magic they held within. Blake bowed his head in respect as I placed the pendant over his head. He too clasped it tight in his hand, reciting a spell that bound him to me and our pack. With that the ceremony was over and everyone began to thunderously cheer.

Curiosity killed a cat, after all. “Ah, that. Well that, shall stay my little secret to keep, but I guess it’s safe to say that it was a little premature gift meant as a reward for my perceptiveness, so my grandfather wanted to give me the opportunity to practise a little before the ceremony. Now, we really need to get you out of my chambers and back to the party. Luckily the potion I gave you earlier and the spell I’ve performed now removed all traces of my scent on you. I think neither of us want that oaf of your mate knowing our little secret, not just yet that is,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to continue your tour of the grounds like an innocent little Luna seeking good allied relations?

The look in his eyes was one of dread, he didn’t want to fight me, but tradition and my father commanded it. He expected her to hold back. To hesitate. He didn’t know how much she’d already lost. I looked up towards the old bell tower, not seeing but knowing Aeryn crouched atop the old bell tower overlooking the ritual grounds, cloaked in shadow. I didn’t need a distraction, I needed to focus, this wasn’t about justice. It was a message. As the circle flared to life, carved with ancient sigils and magic-forged boundaries, I felt the bond tighten. My pulse quickened in my chest like a warning drum.

“But you have to swear it. Right now.” Without hesitation, Bennet pulled out his wand and began murmuring an ancient incantation in a language I didn’t recognize. The air in the room shimmered with power as he finished the spell and declared: “I, the black wizard Bennet, swear never to harm Lucy, Rose, or Alpha Jack of the Blue Lagoon Pack. I swear to help Lucy win Jack’s heart. If I break this vow, may death strike me instantly.” As the final word left his lips, a black symbol appeared across his neck—a glowing mark that shimmered ominously before fading into his skin. The curse had taken hold.

On the night of July 10 to 11, specifically at 11:30 am, my rite of passage began. Every young sorceress and wizard who turned 18 had to go through it. This ritual made you an official member of the magic community, and your power was fully released, giving you much more opportunities than before. The mother prepared a magic potion for her child that was to help with waking up the power completely, then the child had to lie down in a circle drawn or made of herbs and chant the spell with a mother until the power was released in the form of the white light surrounding the child.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.