Novel & Cerita Equine Harry Potter

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

My nails were almost biting on its skin, but I controlled myself to not cause it to be more aggravated than it already was. “Fluffy, stop!” I yelled when I caught its name on the roof. Anya gave that name. Indeed, he was fluffy but a monstrous fluffy pet! I groaned in irritation. “Hmmm! Unicorn, stop!” Still not listening! “Siberian, stop!... Doggy! Dammit, you monster dog, get off me!” My frantic thrashing and kicking beneath the beast was no use. It didn’t give me another chance to scream again when its tongue tried forcing my mouth open. I grabbed a fistful of its fur and used my remaining strength to keep the distance.

“I’d be honored. Shall we?” “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, my dear,” said Hugo with his last placid smile. And thus I left the crystal palace of the spiritual guru, to ride with the Persian prince on his white steed, because he actually drove a jaw-dropping white Audi. But there’s always a catch, right? Well, this was the best catch ever: Harry was gay, engaged to be married after his grandpa’s book tour. He worked for Hugo as a marketing advisor, and he was as smart and sharp as it gets. And a lot of fun to be around. My glands didn’t have time to register how hot he was before we were both joking and laughing like besties. And it was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me that day

he said shortly, leading me over. “This is Rosy. She’s young, so keep a tight rein.” I tried to get on, but she was taller than I expected. Before I could manage, his hands were on my waist, lifting me up onto her back. “Hey, get your hands off me. I had it,” I snapped. “Sure you did,” he replied flatly. “I won’t interfere again.” We set off. He didn’t say a word. And I swear he chose the most stubborn horse in the entire place.

The fairies wanted me to play the boy, and I was sticking with the program. "Jesse? An odd name." I don't bother to reply. "Can you read or write?" "Yes, my lord." "Well, there is one thing in your favor then, boy," he huffs. "I have no choice at present. My last page died of disease over a month ago. You will do. Grab my reins, boy." I glance at Sir Hubert, not sure what to do. The older man places his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me towards the massive horse: a knight's warhorse, an animal trained to

I recognized it, and I stopped running to look as soon as it hit me. Expecting the moving shadows, I saw nothing at first. My head hung as I caught my breath and set my thoughts straight. It was probably my imagination. It had to be; I didn’t know what could possibly be causing the smell. I turned around and got ready to move when I glimpsed a dim glow ahead of me—a body moving, but not a shadow. No, it was as pale as the moonlight, its body reflecting the light like a phantom drifting through the forest, graceful steps seemingly without pause. The closer I came to it, the more I made out what it was: an animal with an equine body and a long sloping neck, a beautiful silver mane that shimmer

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

He’s back to his old self <3 “Dr. Harris,” I say out loud and open a G****e search. Well, shit. The hot guy from the feed store is Dr. Jacob Harris, DVM...and according to this article, he’s the only equine vet in the area.

Meanwhile, Audrey felt at a loss of what to do when she saw how the reaction of Sabel and her cat Nero, matched and so to save herself from this awkwardness she looked outside of the window and said "Let's get going!" One by one, the carriages lined the street in long succession. These beautiful carriages blinded the eyes of the observer with their extravagance as they paraded it outside the gate and as though they were afraid that someone might miss how wealthy they were, they decorated their carriages with colorful gems that came with all sizes. Each of the carriages was also attached to a magical flying beast. These beasts have a body of an eagle in its front and a hind half of a horse, c