Did Voldemort Have A Nose In The Books Novels & Stories

He growled and immediately left me to go. I quickly moved away from him and grabbed the vase which was on the dressing table. I gulped when I found him holding his nose which was bleeding. His nose is extra sensitive and easily bleeds that's why I hit right on it. All of a sudden he chuckled, making my eyes go wide. "Nice." He said and pulled his hand away from his nose as he whipped his blood from the back of his hand and then started to glare at his bloody hands.

he smiles "because you my love are on for the best date of your life " "Date? " "Yes " I frown "with who? " "Me of course "he rolls his eyes "if anyone wasn't good enough for anyone it was him "he brushes away a strand of hair that had fallen down my face "i mean.. "he scoffed "the guy had a tree trump as a nose...."he shivers in disgust. That made me laugh. It's true though, Jim is blessed with the right looks, gorgeous hair and perfect body, but his nose was big enough to drive a multitude of rats away.

His round wide Egyptian blue eyes were a dead giveaway. What made me laugh was the fact that he was pouting at the camera with a huge red nose which almost put Rudolph to shame and his untamed jet-black hair fell on his forehead in bangs that looked quite disheveled, preferably from the wind. “Ugh, where did you get that?” He groans and looks at the picture with mild horror. I look at him sideways and point at the top part of the fireplace. “Damnit! Evita must’ve put it there” He says and rubs his face whilst regarding the picture in my hands.

As soon as I stepped out of the car the whole place erupted with people running left to right and few of them were screaming and the ones I laid my eyes on fainted of fear which only many me smirk. Though I only had one eye looking at them which made me look amazing and the other eyes were covered with my hair, I waited patiently for them to get out of the car and Griffin and one other army man who looked like Lord Voldemort straight out of Harry Potter but he had a nose. We walked into the hospital and I could literally smell.the fear from each and everyone of them which brought me so much joy in my life then we reached the receptionist desk it's as if she has gone mute which she is totally

And for the first time, she’d seen his face and it was something she never expected him to have. His thin lips were stretched so perfectly long it reached the ends of his high cheekbones. He had such sunken eyes that, although golden, had a tinge of darkness, which from the sight alone, made Laura question everything she was seeing. But the most horrible of all was his nose which had a pig-like nostril, bleeding profusely as a large earring pierced it. “W-Who are you?”

Arya said. "None I can see," said the one without a nose. He was squat and thick, with huge hands. Black hair covered his arms and legs and chest, even his back. He reminded Arya of a drawing she had once seen in a book, of an ape from the Summer Isles. The hole in his face made it hard to look at him for long. The bald one opened his mouth and hissed like some immense white lizard. When Arya flinched back, startled, he opened his mouth wide and waggled his tongue at her, only it was more a stump than a tongue. "Stop that," she blurted.

― 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.

Instead, I bury my nose in her hair and breathe her in — vanilla and flowers and Mel — and I let out a quiet, defeated sigh. I am so fucked. I flick on the TV and start scrolling, not really seeing anything, until I land on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Also known as Philosopher’s Stone, depending on which corner of the planet you grew up in — don’t ask me why that matters right now, but my brain needs trivia. Sleep is a joke at this point. The room is saturated with everything Mel — her scent, her breathing, the echo of what we just shared. The images are burned into my head — the way her body responded, the way she cried out my name like it mattered. Like I mattered. Her soft conf

Nevertheless, something needed to come out, so I let snut out of my nose, running down from my nostrils to my lips. He was silent, his head bowed in submission as he stood there. His eyes were sunk deep into his sockets, making his forehead seem bigger, and his neck was thinning down to the extent that I could literally see his blood vessels. He looked stressed, as if he had not slept in days, but it was none of my business. I tried to shut the door again but stopped immediately when I heard him say, " she's a werewolf". " What did you say?" I opened the door again and asked.

Blood was everywhere in the room. His head snapped up as the wind carried the scent of magic to our nose. He sniffed, growled and snarled. The wolf turned sharply to the closed door, as a deathly snarl ripped from his throat. Just then, the heavy oak door blasted open, crashing hard against the wall.