Arabella Figg Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Not yet. I still need time to get to her. Her mind is not ready." They were about to open the topic on how to deal with the present problem in the family when Fedor interrupted them. "Sir Vanluke, Sir Danil, forgive my intrusion. Miss Ara is here to speak with you both." Vanluke immediately searched with his eyes until it focused on the very being of the woman he would take for as a wife. "Ara. How long have you been there?" Ara's eyes were blank. Her expression is pokerfaced. Her long brown locks of hair are a bit messy spread behind her back and shoulders. She has a coffee brown scarf protecting her from the cold. "Not a few seconds ago."

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Letta asked again. "Don't worry, I just need to clap my hands, and he'll come here without anyone recognizing him,” Arabella said, making Letta immediately look at her with disbelief. "You don't believe it?" Arabella asked, looking at Letta's expression, making Letta just nod her head, and the next moment, Arabella clapped her hands, and somehow Abian appeared from among the displays of clothes that filled the glass showcases not far from Arabella. He was wearing a hat and inconspicuous clothing, making Letta squint.

Before Evander could respond to the sharp insult with a bare-fisted punch, the tension in the corridor was suddenly diverted by a small commotion on the other side of the hallway. Not far from the scene, behind a large pillar near the library window, stood a girl with flawless makeup, neatly styled wavy blonde hair, and a university blazer uniform that fit her body perfectly. Arabella. The campus darling and the most popular student in the Faculty of Economics, known for being arrogant and ambitious. Since her first day at the university, Arabella had harbored an intense attraction toward Evander—the wealthy, handsome, and mysterious man who often came to campus. All this time, Arabella had

"Your drink is ready, sir." The woman with long black hair gave the customer a glass of bluish green drink. The man reached out to take the drinks. Then took a slow sip of the cocktail, feeling a chill creeping through his throat. "This is amazing," said the customer to the bartender earlier. "I told you, didn't I?" The woman smiled. "Bella! Make some of your newest cocktail many of our customers like it," said the short-haired woman. Yes. The girl with long back hair was Arabella, or usually called Bella. Bella has beautiful eyes when you look at her, her skin is white and smooth like most women in general.

Only Harper seemed willing to engage with me, offering open conversation and answering my every inquiry. "By the way, Harper, have you ever met Arabella?" I asked, my knife deftly slicing through a head of cabbage. "Who, Your Highness?" Her tone carried a hint of surprise. "Arabella?!" I emphasized, "The lady whose portrait adorned the king's chamber," I clarified, searching her face for any hint of recognition. "Oh, I thought it was you," she replied, avoiding direct eye contact. It was evident she was lying and concealing something.

"I hadn't seen you around in a while." "I went to see Arabella," the witch said. "And she convinced me to stay for a while. Now that she is pregnant with a child, I almost don't want to come back every time I visit her." "Arabella?" I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the witch. I knew only one Arabella, and she was a legend around Verfarkas. There were many tales about how she came back with a different face. "You are the witch who helped Alpha Arabella?" I asked with wide eyes and Isadora nodded her head, looking amused.

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

Tall, dark long brown hair reaching an inch or two above her glories round ass, beautiful baby doll like hazel eyes are framed with think black lashes and fuck me she has full pouty fucking lips with a slim figure, she's pure fucking sin and I'm about to confess, she's pure fucking perfection she's fucking stunning. "Hello earth to assholes" Arabella scuffs as she snaps her fingers in-front of us a few times to get our attention and affectively pulls all of us out of our zoned-out state. It's then in that moment that I see that my brothers are all enamored by her as well and this could possibly end with all of us on our asses when she turns us down or on our knees ready to kiss the fucking g

Chapter 81 Arabella sat in front of the mirror and studied her face. She did not look any different than she had the day before. The loss of her magic did not change her outer appearance, but yes, she felt it keenly deep in side. Only her eyes showed how haunted she was without her ability to grab the shadows. A knock at her bedroom door brought her back to the present. “Ma’am, your breakfast is ready and Sir is already down at the dining room waiting for you.”