Novel & Cerita Ariana Dumbledore Portrait

“She dyes her hair. And she wears something on her eyes. Contact lenses or a spell, I don't know.” Pedro frowned. “Really? What kind of heiress hides herself like that?” Thales didn't answer. Because he was lying. Aurora was beautiful. Even with her failed attempts at camouflage. Even with her closed face and suspicious eyes. Beautiful. Wild. Irritating. Pedro threw himself into one of the chairs, legs spread wide, as if he were at home. And he was. They had been together since they were children. They hunted together. They got beaten up together.

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

— By the time she returned to the healing den, the sun was already lowering in the sky. She placed the herbs on the table, her movements slower now. Their words echoed in her mind. She was never fit to be Luna. Ariana closed her eyes briefly. Was that how everyone saw her? Was that how Marcus saw her, too? Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to organise the herbs. “Careful,” a voice said gently. Ariana looked up, surprised. An older woman stood near the den's entrance. Her name was Mira, one of the seniors.

Then the first figure raised a hand. The abyss shifted again—this time revealing an image Ariana had never seen before. A little girl. White hair. Silver eyes. A crescent birthmark glowing faintly on her wrist. Ariana sucked in a breath. “That’s… me.” The image zoomed out. Her mother was holding her, tears streaking her cheeks. But she wasn’t alone. Another woman—cloaked, face hidden—stood before her mother, chanting ancient runes over Ariana’s tiny body.

This was a perfect chance to soothe her and claim her, and take her to his house… to his bed. He came out of the car and rushed under the oak tree. "Aurora?" He spoke with slight amusement as if he had not expected to see her here. Aurora raised her lashes and glanced at him with her teary puffy eyes. Her shoulders stiffened at the look of his face. It instantly took her back to a while ago when she'd seen those edited pictures of herself with this ugly unethical man in Damien's mansion. His presence here in her miserable time showed he was not here to soothe her. Peter Dursley would never be there for anyone's consolation unless he has a personal gain in it.

"Older than the kingdoms. Older than the wolves. Older than the witches." Ryan’s expression did not change, but something in his posture shifted. "And it recognized you," he said. Aria nodded slowly. "Not me exactly. What is inside me." The words settled heavily in the room. Ryan straightened. "The phoenix." Aria did not confirm it, but she did not deny it either. Caleb let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "Great. So not only are we dealing with mages, hunters, and whatever political mess is waiting for us out there, now the mountain itself is interested."

I whispered to her. "Why would the house keeper clean the area immediately? She's hiding something," she trailed off. At least she had a point, but their caretaker was too old and it would be impossible for her to hurt someone. But who knows? Arya suddenly approached Jaika which surprised us all. Even Mrs. Roque was also alerted. "Jaika! Are you cosplaying?" she chortled. "Yes. How did you find out?" She pointed at the picture on the top of the shelf where Jaika was smiling as Hermione Granger of the Harry Potter series.

Ariana retracted back her curiosity and caressed her back which had been hurting from the entire uneven road. Riding a carriage also needs skill, Ariana thought to herself as she got back to looking at the wooden floor of the carriage. Her day at the slave building was short, but she couldn't praise god enough for it as she hadn't suffered from the guards beating. Thinking that way, she couldn't help but turned sorrow from Aurby's ghost who had to stay behind at the cell. Ariana didn't look that much older than her, perhaps she was still only sixteen or seventeen . For her to die in the slave building, it could only mean that she died from the guardsmen's beating or by hunger.

His magic is dark in nature, just opposite to his parents. "You put so much faith in him," Arianna reminds him, knowing it's not a good thing to put a huge responsibility on another, Merlin deeply cares for Meadow, and Arianna knows he's preparing something. Arianna has also been preparing since the day she killed Amara, she knows it's not the end. She just doesn't know what to expect and when. "Arianna!" Katherine approaches her with a smile on her face, saying, "I brought the cake you wanted us to make and set in the kitchen."

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.