Coco Bliss Harry Potter Novels & Stories

ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.

I stood in the doorway, hands on my belly, making sure everything was perfect. The gift section looked beautiful, with piles of boxes wrapped in gold and silver paper, and a Harry Potter themed trunk made just for the cash envelopes and gift cards. We’d even painted their initials, M & K, on the front. The treat table was straight out of a sugar dream just as described as The Three Broomsticks Inn in the HP books. From personalized cupcakes, cake pops, Rice Krispie treats, cookies, and candy jars, all lined up next to the faux butter beer drink station. Sandwich boxes were stacked neatly on another table for those who couldn’t stay long. Everything shimmered with gold and black accents... si

she whispered to the man who faced his front. "Yeah, I am glad too" she sucked in air. "So, what have you guys got?" "Oh, I got the Carrie prom outfit, I just wanted something sexy" Piper was proud of herself as she showed Willow a bag and dangled it. "Oh, nice!" "And I got the nun deluxe costume!" Hazel smiled at the box she was holding as Willow nodded at her and glanced at Billy who smiled. "I am going on Black and White Horror Zalgo Morph suit!" He winked at her as she smiled.

"Pretend to be the person at your left for ten minutes" "At my right, at my—" He turns and let's out a small whimper "I have to be Cream?" Ber takes a scoop from the black bowl of death, I mean, Coco's Cocktail "Or you can drink this shit you did?" Cream stares at the male "It's relatively easy, Coco" "But I can't!" He exclaims "I'd— No, screw that. I like being noisy" Strawberry pushes the spoon to Coco's lips "There you go lad, help yourself"

“What is this Harry Potter wizardry?” I ask in awe and grandma chuckles. Even my voice has changed. “You are still the same underneath. This is what we call Glamour. Press the implant behind your ear and you will see.” She says and I do and the disguise disappears and I am standing the same as I was when I walked in.

It doesn't sound like English. Near the front counter a bunch of girls around my own age are clustered around a giant mocha bowl. I don't recognize them, so they probably don't go to school with me. They're all whispering and giggling, glancing over at the counter, where Jade is whipping up espressos. All of them, except for one. A girl with curly black hair sits quietly amongst her friends, staring down sadly at her phone. She's wearing a T-shirt with "Felix Lockhart Forever" printed on it, above a group shot of the whole band. She must have missed out on Fable tickets. She looks like she's about to burst into tears. I know the feeling.

“The prick is dumbstruck by your beauty.” That made Shun chuckle. Harue’s eyes went from him to Sachiko, and then from Sachiko to him. He frowned. “Damn crossdressers.” “Are you still drunk?” Sachiko poked Harue’s forehead. Harue slapped her hand off. “I’m not.” “He is.” They said in unison. Shun sighed. Harue is not a drinker, but maybe he badly needed it at the moment. Even him just wanted to drink and forget about everything, but still, needed to go to work in the morning so he can’t have a hangover.

Anthony retrieves the bottle and glasses from the maid and dismisses her with a nod. "I like what you've done with your hair" he informs, filling the glasses. "One more thing we have to thank Kenzie for" he hands me a champaign flute. "Cheers" I raise my glass and he clinks it with his. The champaign's a pale, rose color and it tastes deliciously crisp. "Here" he hands me a large, silver pouch that was lying on the centre table. I reach into it and pull out a black masquerade mask. It's beautiful, it has gold ribbons threaded around the edges and stunning gold filigree around the eyes and intricate patterns in gold, thin lines.

Asked Kohei, a black-winged creature serving the prince of the death. "Those gods pissed me off again. They want the women back." Sirius said in distaste as he lifted his palm and let the bluish marble that Hyun gave him floated mid-air. He looked at it with curiosity. "Isn't that a Pokh, milord?" Kohei asked. "I don't know what is this. That scorpion woman gave it to me." Sirius said, playing the marble with his hand. Kohei's eyes looked at the marble with renewed interest. This got Sirius's attention in him.

"Something for delicate features and big eyes. Write that into the fortune. She has to be beautiful. And add a perfect test score. Write it in so she’ll be a genius child…" "Mara, just one last step. Put your husband’s hair in." I didn’t stop them. I mechanically wrapped the fortune cookie—crescent, fragrant, perfectly sealed. Mara took it. A strange glint flashed in her eyes as she spoke softly, "Rainie, don’t worry. I’ll thank you properly." I didn’t even have time to stop her. She opened her mouth and swallowed the fortune cookie in one bite. Too late. And yet, nothing happened to her stomach.