Dumbledore Chocolate Frog Card Novels & Stories

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

He pulled out an apple and carved few little bunny out of it, like some Pinterest mom. I held the rusty-edged apple bunny like it was treasure, babbling thanks. Last stop: Carnival of Screams. Harlequin Rex, the Joker Monarch, always had the dumbest cravings. Today? Deep-fried Oreos. His laugh hit before I saw him. I handed over the snack, still hot. He whined about missing a carousel explosion because I was "late," then shoved a rainbow gift box into my arms. "For you! Surprise inside!" Yeah, hard pass. His "surprises" are either punching springs or exploding ink flowers.

Me, dusted with chocolate. Me, with a dollop of whipped cream. Hey—a girl can dream. “Mocha, please,” Mr Hampton rumbles instead, stepping away from the watercolors and coming to the counter. He fishes for his wallet, his fingers thick and hairy and definitely not manicured, and when he passes over my special doodled loyalty card, my chest pinches tight. Blue eyes dip to the glass display case, to the squares of brownies and bright, iced cupcakes, then back up to me.

"Mr. Gray, rest assured that I'll make sure these three pills fetch the best price. As for the Compendium of Special Constitutions, it will indeed be on the block tonight. You can bid for it directly then. With your resources, I don't think securing it will be a problem." "I'll be counting on you, then, Ms. Shepherd." "You're too polite, Mr. Gray. From now on, just call me Wanda." With confident poise, Wanda slipped an Obsidian Draconic Card into Ashton's hand. "This is the Curios Chamber's top-tier Obsidian Draconic Card. There's no spending limit attached. "You can use it freely at any location under the Curios Chamber's umbrella and receive the very best service. Please, you must accept i

When I tried to pull my hand back, the paper stayed stuck to my skin, glued to my palm by some invisible force. I gasped, peeling my hand away with a sharp tug. The card flipped over, landing face-up on the table. My breath caught. The card was beautifully, horrifically painted. It depicted a heavy, ancient-looking chalice—a relic—filled to the brim with a thick, crimson fluid that looked unmistakably like blood. The background was dark, slashed with strokes of gold and ash. Behind me, I heard Zane let out a sharp, sudden intake of breath. I glanced up to see his forehead furrowed into a deep, angry frown, his jaw completely clenched.

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

She follows the prince to whom she meets and calls. “Would you dare, Arthur?” To the smile and the very dread that is brought along from the shadows that she bares and the one, he’s looking out now. He smiles as he speaks. “Shall we, Gennivier?” Drawing a spade that represents a knight in the deck of the card. He smiles as he gladly accepts the deal and the passing game. “Let’s make a deal of ‘Alice White Rabbit.’” Ringing the game that resembles the very world of Alice and inside the book of wonderland. She smiles as she laid out the very contract of the game through a riddle.

The bear's face changed. “A good one,” Haldir replied. “You know this card. Let's, not waste anymore time. The card is Althiara.” “That card…” “Yes. You know what it does. It lets me choose two cards, then, I can keep one.” “Which one?” “We shall see,” Haldir places the card on the field, waits a moment and moves his hand on the deck. “Let's make things more interesting.” “What do you suggest?” the bear looks at him with a puzzled look.