Beauxbaton Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

The position was mortifying, but it allowed him to enter way deeper than he previously could. "God, Max… It's so deep… I can't anymore…" "You'll be fine, Sophie. You're a horny little one, remember?" As Max spoke, he placed me by the windows. Beyond the sheer white curtains, I could see silhouettes of students moving back and forth outside. My senses had been turned up all at once. "We're gonna be seen… M-Max…" My large breasts were pinned against the glass. Max told me to hold onto the railing while he let out a teasing chuckle. "I thought you loved being seen, Sophie. Let everyone see the campus belle in her unkept state. What do you say?"

After that small morning incident, the group started preparing themselves before attending the class as usual. Today, they will be meeting Professor Morgan for their Beasticology class. As expected, the room was already full of excited lovesick sorceresses when Audrey and her friends arrived. Professor Morgan was so famous among the student sorceresses. Many of them were fantasizing about having him as their knight in shining armor. Their romantic dream revolves around him, it was all about him. After all, Professor Morgan does not look far from a typical prince charming. With his ever so youthful and dashing appearance, he can definitely steal a heart in no time if he tries to. Being stare

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

It took me a long time to forget what Mrs Souza did to me that night. My life improved when I moved to the capital. In Utopia, things become even clearer. I came to a utopian to enter university. By then, I had realized why Mrs. Souza was attracted to me as other girls were. They nicknamed me “The eyes of Poseidon” because of my blue eyes, which they said were more beautiful than the ocean, a compliment I was used to receiving. It is not that different with a girl from our campus nicknamed “Aphrodite's looks” because of her beauty.

A lesson impatiently awaited by everyone – the lesson that taught them how to turn into something else. It was one of the most excitingly looked forward course in the school syllabus of the second semester in the first school year at Elmbridge School of Magic. Both on the corridors of the school and on the corridors of the dormitories for younger students, one could hear talks about how diligently they wanted to attend all classes taught by Mr. Hans Von Halgen. A lesson where you could definitely learn how to turn into a multi-headed hydra, into a butterfly, into a lion, or even into a minotaur.

After confirming the directions that would lead him to Kath, he said goodbye to the two blond young men and went down the hallway, taking a deep breath and adjusting his posture before finally entering the room, which was well lit this time. Although Harry had known since that afternoon that the all-powerful CEO Miss Kath Beauvoir had a secret life involving sexual games, he hadn't prepared himself enough for the image he saw at that moment. Many men would describe this Kath as a contemporary goddess, and she might even look like a high-end prostitute, but Harry wasn't so sure, as he had never been with one. For him, however, the perfect metaphor was that of a wild creature, a feline in heat

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

He slid a look at Cameron’s dad, impressed. “Oh dear,” Aislen smirked. “That looks like it hurt.” “Takes a big man to beat another in chains,” August sneered. “Well,” Connery stepped back. “I will leave you to it. If you care to stop back by Meguitte once you are done here and donate some blood, that would be appreciated,” he said to Harry. “We’re going to need a lot of it to perfect this spell.” He turned and strolled away.

I walked slowly towards the bearded man. From what I see. Looks like, he's been waiting for me all this time. I saw a lot of wrinkles on his face. His beard was so long and white in color. Her hair is white too. If you've ever seen the principal in the Harry Potter films. Well, that's what it looks like. Big and creepy too.