George Weasley Ear Novels & Stories

He snaps still unsure but more convinced then before “But just for the record I still think this is all in my mind and I’m only listening because I miss mums voice” I smirk, giggling at how childish he could be, but damn did I not miss it. Just as I was about to tell him the entire plan I could feel a barrier in his head drop down, I surge forward gasping when I realise I could see what he seen, hear what he heard, feel what he could feel. “Turn or il empty hell fire on her” this instantly made his body tighten as he looks up into the eyes of a cold hearted killer, he was a weasley looking bastard, dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows and an even bushier nose

their ears were pointed, but they were beautiful. Two girls and a boy with the same pointed ears were accompanied by a gentleman and a lady with the same type of ears. They all had long, beautiful hair. The lady and one of the girls had black hair like the darkest night, and the others looked as if they had sunbeams on their heads. “Princess Eyoween ... Lord Tbylisyum,” the white wizard greeted the other two with great respect. “It’s a great honour for us to have you here.”

Her blond hair was covered in vomit. "Archon, we have to save her. We need her to help seal the witch. Help me." Warren called the eidolon, and the spiritual essence wrapped around his body protectively. "Warren to Scald Crow, I found the chosen, I don't know what she took, but it's killing her." He pried an eyelid open, and a fierce lizard eye stared into his. "Her face looks like it's altered," He pulled the stringy black hair away from the head and saw green pointed ears. "Why does she have green and pointed ears." "Goblins breath," Jack's voice said in a low tone. "Someone created it in the middle ages. We had quite the time getting it under control."

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

Georgia, of course, heard that sentence, but she didn't want to think about it or get upset. Georgia continued to crawl and run down the hallways. Whisper by whisper she heard the students standing up. Because the whispering in her ears was unpleasant for a long time, Georgia took the headset. Luckily, Georgia always keeps her earbuds in the pocket of her sweater. She knows that taking care of such things is very unimportant. "Well, well, look who's here!" That familiar voice, was suddenly heard. The Georgia's movement stopped for a moment as her gaze shifted to the source of the voice.

Ian slept on his chest. Ashley slept in the bassinet. Down the hall Georgia was explaining Gerald to a nurse who was apparently very interested. And George reached across the space between us and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear the way you touch something you've been afraid of losing and have finally, completely, gotten back.

There were footsteps, followed by George’s shaking voice, telling Granny he heard Z screamed. When she tried raising her hands, her eyelids drooped, and the door opened. “Oh my God!” exclaimed Granny, her hands on her mouth. George, on the other hand, looked away, his ears reddening in a flash. “Quick, get me some clothes!” He did not need telling twice, for he’s glad to have an excuse to walk away, just so he could dispose himself of the familiar surge of heat coursing through his body.

Especially not now, He is going to need us all more than ever. "What do you mean?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "He—" George his hair into his brown curls and I suddenly became painfully aware of the resemblance he shared with Trace, the only thing that told them apart was age and the color of their eyes, or maybe the only thing that made them similar was the color of their hair. That did not matter now though.

Same for his pocketed cargo pants. His almond dark–green eyes unshielded by his thick long eyelashes did a once over on me before they descended on the pen in my hand. From his carved platinum eyebrows, cheekbones painted with an olivey kind of subtle glitter and lemon colored small plump lips to his knife–shaped long ears had me backing away. Especially his knife–shaped long ears that had a lacy thin skin weaved into a cross weavework, unnatural and scary. He had a long shiny earring on one ear lobe and a barbell earring on the top of his pointed nose.

A quick glance at Ariel revealed a mix of concern and curiosity in her expression. "Your highness," George stammered, his voice betraying the unease that churned within him. His mind raced, desperately trying to figure out what he might have done to warrant such a reaction. The tension in the room was palpable, and George's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion.