Beauxbaton Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

My father had been trying to gain admission for years, but the Boston chapter was closed to new applicants, and our family wasn’t connected enough to slip through the back door. Katherine’s face lit up. “It’s amazing. Higher pay, better benefits, and fewer hours than anything else I’d find in the city. It beats bartending with Creepy Colin breathing all over me by a mile. Maybe I’ll actually have time to finish my book...” She trailed off as she stared over my shoulder. “Um, Eli?” “Hmm?” I spotted a gold mirror on a nearby table. Bunny’s granddaughter’s party was Beauty and the Beast themed, and while I’d finalized the decor already, I wanted a unique piece to tie everything together.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Felt it too. My head hung low, my footsteps deliberate as I crossed the main hallway. A cluster of students was scattered outside the study wing, murmuring to one another. Eyes darting my way and then snapping away guiltily. Nerezza House always had eyes and ears and no shortage of snitches either. I rounded the corner into the next hallway, silently praying I wasn’t being followed. Which was how I spotted her. Professor Batista. Head of House. Bloodbound to Nerezza royalty herself. Ice blonde. Ice sharp. Ice terrifying.

Head of House Hawthorne Dominic Voss pronunciation: DAHM-i-nik vawss Caelen Fae pronunciation: kay-lehn FAY Vampire Staff: Headmaster Calvin Arx pronunciation: KAL-vin ɑrks Head of House Nerezza Pamela Batista (not to be confused with the character in Bloodmoon) pronunciation: PAM-ə-lə buh·tee·stuh Tiffany Sprueil pronunciation: TIF-ə-nee sprew-el Julian Vireaux pronunciation: JOO-lee-ən vee-roh Witch/Wizard Staff: Head of house Everly Ashleigh Dana pronunciation: ASH-lee DA-na Sara Zimmer pronunciation: SAR-ə TSIM-mer Alaric Crowe pronunciation: AL-ə-rik crow Werewolf Students: Briar Maddox pronunciation: BRIE-ər MAD-əks Tamsyn Vale pronunciation: TAM-zin VAYL Lottie Grae pronunciation: LA

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Belle was the type of girl who always appeared mature beyond her own age, holding herself as better than everybody else. She earned the title of Beauty of Fall due to her chestnut brown wavy hair and apricot eyes, wearing an elegant dress that matched her eyes. Belle's father was the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, one of the biggest departments in the Magic Bureau, while her mother came from an aristocratic family.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Violet eyes turn wider when she sees who is the man inside the car. "Uh- no thanks." she replied. "Come on. I need to talk to you." Chase said and smiled brightly at her making her feels guilty to reject him. She then walks to the car and gets inside it. "Where to?" he asked. "Beauxbatons University." she said under one breath. "Wow, a prestigious academy for the ladies." he said again. "Hm? Is that so? What about you? Where did you graduated from?" she asked.