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Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

The next day it was bright and sunny outside, Andromeda who was sleeping on the king sized bed covered with black quilts had been woken up abruptly upon noticing that the man who was supposed to be beside her was missing. “Not here...not here too” she said while meticulously looking in every corner of the room, her eyes narrowed down the bed where she slept in. “Did he turn into a crab and hide under?” she whispered to herself, while a question lingered on her brain, can humans transform themselves? As far as her memory serves her, they have no ability to become another creature, yet she can’t rule out the possibility. “Ahh! Where are you Crabby?” her frustrated tone rang through-out the roo

Then, I heard the main gate opened. “It’s definitely her,” Nonna remarked and placed her cup of chamomile tea on the glass table. They all immediately gathered at the front door while I was glued on the place where I was standing. My body felt so heavy to move. And my breathings were as dull as the beatings of my heart. Cassiopeia is here, Meda. After three years.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

The nymphs and the others were calm, as they accept what was to come. Then fateful day arrived when I met her, the true key, the sorceress heir. She was a real beauty, far more than any being I had ever set my eyes upon. Even the nymphs and the succubus were in no comparison to her. Maybe it was the curse but at that moment, the first time that I saw her, I claimed her as mine. ***** "Arkael." The witch called out my name. "You..." I was looking at Florence, The Chosen One. I was silently asking her as to why she summoned me. She was looking back at me, but her eyes darted the other way to the exquisite beauty standing with her book.

I'll keep them to myself as long as I can. " She's back, right? Ms.perfect, I heard she's in the principal's office right now, passing her excuse letter." My classmates murmured " I can't wait to see her again~" The boys said I heard those too, she's what they call Ms. perfect, she's an old student here... and she's very famous. They're all talking about her and waiting for her return. But all that's on my mind is Henry...agh, I'm going crazy...

Karis, says meanwhile Alexandra who knew it was true nods her head. "So, what's the colour of the day?" Alexandra heard Karis asks, before drifting back to her thoughts. Involuntarily biting her lower lips, she nearly lets out a small moan, but gets hold of herself in time. Slowly wondering if it was the effect of the series she had just watched. She had just finished watching an episode in Elite, it was a steamy scene. Maybe that would have fueled her desires, because she was damn horny right now, and couldn't think straight, she wasn't even listening to Ruby and Karis conversation again.

emitted Cynthia, " I love reading books and am a big potter head. I love the whole series," said Ada " Oh my god one more common thing again am a potter head too," said Cynthia. " Great am a huff puff and you ?" interrogated Ada " UMMM ...so meet your Ravenclaw friend Ada and who do you crush on," replied Cynthia " Of course Neville Longbottom and whom do you admire," said Ada. " No doubt Draco for life ... By the way good choice."

The moment my eyes landed on her, the small micro camera clipped on my chest area must have caught Andromeda because my phone buzzed with a notification. I lowered my gaze, pretending to adjust my dress, and checked my phone quickly. A text from Isla had just come in. That’s her. Andromeda. The witch. I knew it. My stomach sank as I looked back up at her. From the very first moment I saw her before, something inside me had whispered that she was not just another woman Derek had pulled into his schemes. She was too strange. Her presence felt heavy, unnatural. Everything in me had screamed that she was dangerous.

Sloane shifted in her sleep again, her hair slipping from my grasp as she murmured in her sleep, my ears pricked and my heart stopped beating when she uttered one name. “Andromeda” she breathed. So softly I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly. My heart felt like it dropped to my stomach and my blood chilled as I digested that. Andromeda was a name rarely spoken among our circles, and Sloane had no reason to know of her; so how in the hell?