Eileen Snape Novels & Stories

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

She turned off the engine and turned to Arya. “Arya, this seems like a big deal to you and you still can’t wrap your head around it right?” Eileen asked watching as Arya turned to her. “I know. I know it’s crazy; this whole thing” Eileen added raising her hand and allowing her long fingers to morph into grey long wild claws. Arya watched as Eileen’s fingers returned back into their usual manicured short nails. “And honestly Arya; it’s thrice as crazy as you think. There are even crazier things that you don’t have any idea about” Eileen continued holding Arya’s eyes quietly.

"All right. Agreed." We began to play. At first, I felt confident. I took one of his pawns quickly. "Question time," I announced. "Tell me about Lady Eileen. What is her relationship with the council?" "Straight to the point. I like that." He leaned back in his chair. "Eileen is influential. More than you might think. She and Voss may be divorced, but they are still allies. She has connections throughout the council. And people listen to her."

The girl--Tony-- looked at her with shock and she was not able to move. “Papa? Who is she?” Tony asked. “She’s Eileen, she lost her memories.” The shock on Tony’s face turned to worry. “Are you alright? Where have you been?” Tony hugged her tightly. Eileen was not expecting that hug. She felt like something strange was going on.

We stood in absolute silence, our white tunics and ceremonial clothes catching the faint moonlight as the whispered prayers for the dead instructors and students began to float through the air. Standing right next to me, Eileen suddenly let out a soft gasp. I turned my head slightly and saw tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She was shaking, her hands pressed tightly against her stomach as she stared at the shrouded figure of the true Headmaster Valdren. I leaned in closer to her, keeping my voice down so the surrounding students wouldn't hear. “Eileen? What is it? Why are you crying?” Eileen wiped at her eyes quickly, but the tears just kept coming. “Headmaster Valdren... he was incredib

The stranger didn’t have to, but he still chose to, and he had saved her from her ultimate demise. Elaine had looked up from the glass cup that she had drained empty, “Elaine.” It was Naomi; her eyes were open, set on the ebony-haired knight. “I got it good this time, and I know you enjoy my company, but you can stop holding my hand now.”

Cecilia's POV Eileen has been acting strange lately. I took off the ring from my finger and looked at the maid who was combing my hair in the mirror, thinking. "What's wrong with you?" I didn't want to waste energy pondering why she was like this; I wanted answers directly. Eileen, holding a horn comb, stiffened. Under my gaze, she slowly raised her lowered eyes, meeting mine through the mirror. After a moment of silence, she spoke, "Your Highness, I want to know, do you really believe what that odd wizard said?"

Rayne hinted, making Olivia gasp and Roland's eyes go wide. "Please don't tell me you think she's back," I mumbled. "She who shall not be named." Rayne sighed, earning a confused look from me, making her blush. "Sorry, it's a Harry Potter reference." "A what?" Olivia questioned. "It's a series of novels that used to be very famous more than a thousand years ago," she clarified. "Anyway, yes. I mean her, Eleanor. Eleanor might be back." "We need Evelyn to come as quickly as possible." I ran a hand through my hair. "Let's go to my study."

John shook his head while staring at Aleksander whose eyes were glued on the sketch. Lord Arthur entered the hall. He glanced at the cartographer who just left before eyeing the paper in Aleksander's hand. "Is that the Princess?" Arthur asked, standing behind Aleksander. Aleksander looked at him weirdly, "Princess?" he looked at John who shrugged at him. "That woman in your hand? It's the youngest Englisian Princess, daughter of the King's first wife, Elizabeth Corvinus," Arthur explained to him. "What a fine woman that she is. The last time I saw her was when she was roaming in the palace grounds."

I started to say when I turned my gaze to Eireen. She stood in front of me and held my head. She let go immediately. I saw her wince as she walked away. "A sorcerer who uses black magic, to do this to you, I am not strong enough like Harold and Erika to read the memory sealed inside your brain," Eireen exclaimed, and she sat on the couch while I supported her to sit. She told me that Sheena could have other accomplices if we can't figure it out. What did we do wrong to Sheena to do something bad to me?