George Weasley Ear の小説・ストーリー

It was horrible but somehow Will could cut through it all. “I know you find this a little bit uncomfortable, me cutting away your hair and all that…” Will said, “I remember when I cut mine of, I nearly gave myself a fright. Elves aren’t meant to be bold headed, our ears… well we just look ugly like that, but it’s growing back, It’s part of our ways, We take pride in it. It’s as much a simple as our ears.” He continued. “Yours looks different, like a night sky mixed with sapphire dust. So all of it off?”

Once again, Gabe's laughter erupted at the hilarious interaction between Archie who was acting nosy, and Leona who tried to reply to the Hybrid's annoyance with various kinds of sneers in return. Meanwhile, Ash could only smile at the sight. With a pair of red earlobes, the Alpha looked at the girl a little shyly. In the next split second Gabe stopped the basketball game, then chose to approach his twin brother – sitting on his left side and staring at the red color that dominates both sides of the Alpha's ears. "Hey! Your ears look like they're going to burn, mate." whispered Gabe in Ash's left ear. Ash swiftly rubbed his earlobe when he heard the deafening comment clearly.

I spat, trying to keep my voice steady. George chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm not obsessed," he said. "I just see something special in you. Something that you'll accept in time." I narrowed my eyes, my mind racing with questions. "What is it?" I asked, my voice wary. George leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I shifted backward, my eyes darting around the room. But George was too quick. He reached out and gently grasped my chin, his fingers wrapping around my delicate jaw.

I looked back to check my tail. "Your voice is still recognizable, your form is just pathetic and your eyes..." George trailed off, his glowing eyes seeming to stare into my soul, "they're reddish brown. Where's the pure blood red that commanded submission three days ago?" "I don't-" "Anger and injuries it is." He nodded, taking out his blowpipe. Oh no. Not again.

“First things first… I know pretty much everything Thomas is planning because I planted a secret listening bug in his house. It lets me hear what he says and what he’s up to. That’s how I’ve been keeping track of his dirty plots.” George’s eyes widened. So did mine. He really went that far to spy on Thomas. The thought of it alone made me sick with panic. “So now back to the other question,” Brian continued. “George, there’s something you need to know… a deep family secret.” He glanced at Zach, who was still sitting quietly. George caught the hint right away. “Excuse us for a minute. I’ll call you when I need you,” George said under his breath, turning to Zach.

She bowed her head and rested it against the cold wall as she breathed through her nose. Ginny didn't dare to move an inch as she waited for him to move. She heard a mechanical whirring noise and stiffened as she waited. A metal hook came down from the ceiling. It was something that she had never seen before and wondered what he would be using it for.

"I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!" I quickly locked the door and walked towards the kitchen. I dropped the groceries on the counter before I went to the living room to hear whatever she had in mind. "Yes?"

I whipped my head towards him and saw Monica tending to him worriedly. Blood started oozing from his ears, nose, and eyes, and my horrified bulging eyes jumped to a whimpering Hermione who surprisingly had the same symptoms. They cried in pain on the floor and for a moment, I was so dumbstruck that I didn't know what to do.

I closed my eyes, excited for the coming kiss… "Ribbit!! Ribbit!! Ribbit!!" My eyes flew open in shock because of the sound I heard. And because of that, instead of kissing, George and I bumped our heads. "Ouch! What was that?" I asked nervously. I saw George holding his forehead too. "Just a frog," he said. "A frog?? You mean a frog? Why did it sound so loud and weird?" I asked, puzzled. Then I cringed. I saw George trying to hide a smile. My gosh, how embarrassing. He probably thinks I’m too sensitive.

His glare became dark as he clenched his fists tightly. "Elli, I can't find the soap." George speak with drunk voice. Elli, gulped when his gaze landed on George chest. Especially on the color pink small beads on top. He licks his lips and gently bite his own lips. "It's on your right side." He answered with deep and cold voice. He saw George turned to his right side which is now facing his back at him. Elli's eyes move to look at the firm buttom of the man as he took a deep breath.