Funny Potter Novels & Stories

It started as a giggle, then tur‍ne‌d i​nt‌o a hyst​eric‌al, sh‌ak‌ing laugh. "W‍hat is funny?" I‍ de⁠manded, sitt‍ing up. "We are covered in shit."‌ "You‍," she pointed at me. "T​he great Lo‌renzo Moret⁠ti. The m‌an who‍ irons his s​ocks⁠.‍ Look at you‍." I looked at my h⁠ands. The​y were b​la⁠ck with grime.

"See, I'm never wrong. Not even five minutes in the library and you're already on their blacklist." "I think what you meant was that I attract attention wherever I go," he wiggles his eyebrows, "being this handsome shouldn't be a crime." "Has anyone ever told you how narcissistic you are?" "Haters are going to hate, potatoes are going to potate." "Potate?" I slowly shake my head, "I don't think I've ever heard of that word before. Would you like to explain to me how potatoes potate?" He side-eyes me. "It's a saying. Plus, I couldn't think of a word that rhymes with potato."

The young man replied with a laugh. There is even equipment there for making clay pots. It turns out that Joseph threw clay at Hasel. Hasel angrily chased the young man and they threw stones at Clay. "Who makes the Clay pot here?" I asked Sky. The two sat side by side, a few meters away from us. "My uncle." its answer. “Oh…” I came a little closer to the Clay pot factory. There is a lot of equipment here, a variety of mixers and evenly, there is also a lot of clay but you will notice that it has been on the ear for a long time.

I didn't bother turning around. “Hire someone and don't wait around for me,” I said, loud enough for him to hear before walking away. The next day… Dais potter I exhaled as I walked into the building. The place served as a school to teach pottery, but the teacher and owner sells her crafted works here. "I should get one of the bowls soon. They are so pretty," I muttered to myself as I passed by the display. I got out of the elevator that led to the learning room.

Obviously nothing he said was funny but he guessed she was to the point now that everything was gonna be hilarious to her. “What are you doing and why are you carrying that big ass pot?” Again, she thought for a moment then started laughing some more. Quinn rolled his eyes. So so close … “You said big ass pot”. She was fully snorting now. “Oh! You mean the soup! That’s called a ‘Dutch oven’ silly”. “That’s not what I call a Dutch oven”. “Huh”? She said adorably. Adorably? No. Hell. No. “Well Aspen is asleep so you can’t come over. Just take the soup back home.” He really needed to get out of here.

"that wasn't no damn joke a joke is supposed to be funny what you did was cruel and fucked up" She leaned against the brick boulder on her porch "what ever it was a little joke tell her to have a sense of humor everyone else was laughing" "so i don't give a fuck about everyone else you poured powder and milk on her that shit ain't funny" "it was flour" "I don't give a fuck if it was your dead grandmas ashes don't mess with Alaina" "she said she wanted to be lighter so I helped her" "you really dumb as fuck you know that right you and your little minions some dumb ass bitches"

Nerthus “Oh, you just unlocked a new fantasy of mine.” I giggle as Owen leans over the counter as I’m brewing his coffee. “Wait until you drink it. Maybe you will change your mind.” He straightens back up with a chuckle. “You underestimate the power of a fantasy, my dear. You could mix dirt into that, and it wouldn’t change a thing.” I snort at him grinning like an idiot, before I finally hand him his beverage. “Here you go, cute stranger.”

At last, Dr Poter makes a sudden appearance with his usual bright smile on his face. Everyone clapped to his entrance, while I was the only one who clapped with full excitement. He laughed and took the micro from his assistant, Jenny. I can't believe I actually stalked my friend's dad, he's my professor and do things that amaze me sometimes. "Well then, let's proceed to the speech." "That is all for the speech, I only have one request to ask." Dr Poter said as he cleared his throat. I stood up straight, my eyes directly looking at him. Hévéa and Thomas snorted out of laughter, mocking me.

He turned to the three, Thomas Milner, Alexander Xermia and Sigrid Hemon, weighed down by the immense weight of the chains around their necks, hands, and feet. " The imperfect pot has been presented to the buyer, and he has deemed it unworthy to hold water. So I must crush this pot into dust and forge a new one! And it is going to be done with, or without you. There is respect, and then there is fear, we shall have to see which one is more powerful than then other."

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.