Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

Aria let out a breath before walking past everyone, mumbling apologies here and there, as she walked past their large bodies Aria was 5'5 which was quite small for a woman her age, but she loved it. She walked into her lecture for today which was English, mumbling a little greeting to the Teacher. Aria sat in the middle row, so she could get assets to the board well. With that, the teacher closed the door as the last student walked in. Let's get this over with Was Aria's last thought before bringing out her pink notebook? ___________________________________ 4 hours later

Holding the bag out to us she looks like she wants to cry. “Your Mother gave me these to try” She says, I smile and go to her. “Diona, isn’t it?” She just nods, I smile at her “This is Denu and I am Bellatrix” A frown crosses her face, and I know what she is going to say before she even says it. “Our other sister is in her own room with her friends” She just nods. I notice Denu rubbing her temples before she goes to her mini fridge and drinks one of the purple vials out of it.

She sighed, then glanced to the left, where another portrait was hanging on the wall. In this portrait, a woman stood there. Her left hand raised in the air at an angle. And her right seemed to hold a book. On her head she wore a hat, which had a point at the top. Her head was tilted to the left, where you could only see the left side of her face. And her hair was a dark brown, that looked like it flowed endlessly behind her. There were colorful colors that could be seen over her left hand, as if portraying something. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks colliding together at the top forming a colorful ball above the streaks underneath. On the tree to the right, a broom lay against it, with a c

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

It was unlike all the other portraits that were hung in the room, it was different. It wasn't obvious and didn't look like it had a literal meaning, the portrait looked majestic in a self-proclaimed kind of way. Not only that, but it had the painting of a lady in white attire, with dark shades on her. She was elegant and had blue eyes. She had a silver wolf close to her, and Ariel eyed suspiciously. “Is she the Luna?” She asked. She wasn't sure who the questions were directed at, but they sure weren't getting any answers. She felt as if she was being watched and her eyes trailed upward to the stairs, as she saw the Alpha, Damien, staring at her.

Reagan whispered to furious Marcus Verne. "Who are you?" With a frown, he asked. "I am Ariana, the only sorcerer with eyes as clear and sharper as a silver blade," she boasts. "But your eyes don't seem to see things as clear as daytime……" he taunts with a caressed brow. "My….lord, I don't understand," she muttered. "I wasn't expecting you to understand," he sneers devilishly. "We can use her," Reagan whispered in his ear. "She is still a kid, she can't do much. A girl that can't provide an answer to her prophecy……I have no time to waste on that kiddo," he said, clearly annoyed.

"Damien, this is..." “Yup, that’s me,” he confirmed. The portraits were mostly of Damon, while the others were family pictures. There was this particular portrait that caught my attention—one of a baby not more than six months old. I could not stop my hands from reaching out and grazing my finger over the boy’s cheeks. “This is exactly how Ariana looked a few months after she was born; I never had the money to get her a portrait,” I muttered, even though I knew he could hear me loud and clear.

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

Thirty minutes for them to explain what the hell is going on. "Come on, let's go sit over there." She leads me towards the living room. Reece, Aaron and Reece's dad follow behind us. We all sit and they give me weird looks not saying anything for a while until Reece decides to break the silence. "Do you believe in werewolves Morgana?" He asks gazing intensely at me. "What, like from the movies?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Well, not exactly but yeah from the movies." He says.