Arabella Figg Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

"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.

Arabella said and a blush creeps on her cheeks remembering what happened the previous day, Zoe who had never been good at guessing frowned in displeasure. " You know I am not good at..." She didn't get to finish her words as Arabella completes her words... " guessing...I know, that's the reason why I want you to guess first or I won't tell you" she explains pouting her lips and Zoe could only comply with no other option left... "fine...you finally got the puppy you have always asked Aunt for" She guesses and Arabella shakes her head in denial... "Ummm...you did something nice with Rowan?" She questions this time rather than guessing and little Arabella giggles...

He promptly stood up and followed Arosh. Arosh promptly saw Harry remaining external the coffeehouse. He quickly moved toward him and welcomed him. "Goodness, Harry, it's late, for what reason would you like to see me?" Arosh asked as she grinned at him. "I simply need to listen for a minute I did, I recently completed that today. Trust you like it." Harry then gave over the paper pack. Arosh took a gander at it, a figure of a lady who appeared to be moving artful dance with blossoms all over.

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

“Cook said to tell you dinner is ready and she is headed out the door. “ Arabella ruffled his hair again before she stood up, taking Lucas with her. “Is it that late already? You go ahead and go down. Let Thorn out before we eat. I’ll be down in a minute, I need to freshen up a little.” Arabella listened to Lucas whistle for the wolf hybrid as she walked to her bathroom. Thorn had been a god send to her when she was young and later when Lucas came along. Arabella looked at herself long and hard in the mirror. Time had not been unkind to her. She was only twenty eight though some days she questioned that. Her long black hair curled randomly around her shoulders and down her back. Long lashes

The beauty was about to stand up. "You don't have to look for them My Dear Priestess, Because we're already here in front of you, we are the people of this kingdom," Mago unexpectedly answered. Arabelle frowned as a result of what she heard and the fact that no matter how many times she blinked, all she could see were owls and not a human. "What do you mean, Mr. Mago?" the maiden inquired. "Come, Dear Priestess, we will show you something," Mago said as he approached the large window. Arabelle stood up, followed by Ulula and Gretel to the window.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

as he says this he tosses me over the desk and towards his father. I close my eyes thinking at least i tried when their father catches me. I open my eyes surprised I’m alive when i hear a chuckle, “Young lady. i promise they would do nothing to harm you, as a matter of fact they have been curious about humans since they were young. so I’m not surprised they brought you to me as soon as they seen you and realized you were human.” i nod and he puts me down. i stand up and get my balance, “thank you sir, My name is Arabella, and I am just passing through and happen upon them fighting and tried to come up with a solution, and now im here.” He looks at the boys and the nod and then he turns his a

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.