Ginny Weasley Pygmy Puff Novels & Stories

He beamed with pride as we stopped in front of the first cage. It was a wolf, tiny and weak. So tiny, that it sat curled up under a small tree. It lifted its head when it saw us. Then it yawned and its head fell back down. “Is that a wolf pup?” I asked, confused. “No! It’s a full grown midget wolf! Isn’t that such a blast!” He chuckled when he said it. I looked again. A midget wolf? Those were rare, super rare. They were wolves that had gone wrong, like a disability. They couldn’t reach full werewolf size, so they were usually kept inside and never released.

I gesture in the general direction of the door, away from where we are both standing. “Seriously? Won’t that make a mess?” He asks warily. “Just do it, you’ll see.” I promise. Harry shrugs and flings the potion into the air. Within a few moments of being airborne the potion changes from liquid to gas and basically turns into a miniature, pastel pink and very glittery cloud. Harry stares at it wide-eyed. “Woah, that’s awesome. It kind of looks like a little kid's dream decorations for some unicorn princess themed party. What exactly IS the potion?” He asks. I laugh at his description. He isn’t wrong.

There and then, she knew that a new bond had been formed. •• For non-potterheads, Fluffy is a three-headed dog that guards the trap door leading to the sorcerer's stone. And if you've only watched the movies and haven't either of the books, WYD?🙄😒 If you have neither read nor watched the HP Movies, we can't be friends 😒 Anyway, back to the new ship 😈 Musnoor, Limnoor, Limhud? 😂 Tables are about to be shooked, 😈 who's ready?

I said in response to his question. "Stay exactly where you are," Minerva said. Then it suddenly turned into a wolf. She has gray fur and is probably tiny compared to the rest of the pack I've seen. This could be because she's a girl and also because she's 5'10" tall compared to the other girls in the pack.

“We’re here to join in on your drinking game.” “Actually, we’re having our fortunes told.” Ginny smiles conspiratorially. “Still want to join?” Ginny is a witch hybrid, a mix between a werewolf and a witch. But she tends to lean more towards her witch side. She’s sort of a celebrity on campus, making a small fortune from reading palms and brewing love potions. She’s really sweet though. Gorgeous. Popular. “Yeah,” I tell her. “I’m in.” I’m not a fan of fortune telling but really— what’s the worst that can happen?

Patti whispered loudly in my ear. Ginny snorted. “You’re dreaming, kid. An alpha could never have a runt like you.” Patti growled at her and Ginny flinched at the sound. I felt a small amount of pride. Lionel frowned, glancing back at Ginny. “Please don’t speak to a child like that.” “Sorry.” Ginny grumbled. Lionel looked back to me, his harsh eyes softening. “You can show them to their new room. Ms…”

"I just mean, this is exactly how Author Gaelly wrote the Phine's character. She was a farm girl from Texas who moved to New York to tell her best friend of twenty years that she loved him. Only to find out he loved her sister. In page 108, Gaelly mentioned Phine riding a carousel only because she missed riding horses. Phine's signature look was pigtails and flowers in her hair." The other panel members' jaws dropped. They exchanged looks of confusion and doubt. Neither of them had read the books. "Um... um," Suzy began to stutter, unable to think of a clever retort. She never knew about Phine being a cowgirl from Texas. Mortified, she continued to bite the butt of her pen.

Jax dragged his heavy, combat-booted feet down the hall to his own quarters. When he pushed the door open, the sharp, metallic horrors of the subterranean bunker were instantly washed away by the warm, incredibly soft glow of a bedside lamp. Ginny was sitting up in the center of their large bed, her back resting comfortably against a mountain of plush pillows. She looked up as the door opened, a tender, infinitely loving smile gracing her tired human features. Tucked safely against her chest, perfectly swaddled in a soft blanket, was little Iggy. The newborn pup was quietly, contently nursing, his tiny fists curled against his mother's skin.

Ginny laughs at the memory. “I actually looked at the wolf and told him I was crazy and since he was a figment of my dying brain that he could at least turn into a boy. No. No. I said a good-looking boy and bam! He shifted into a guy, a gorgeous teenage boy. Before I could get a name I passed out. When I woke to the rescue workers calling my name he was going and I knew it was a hallucination. That next Monday at school I ran into that teenage boy. Turns out his name was Zachary Janes. Imagine my surprise when I realized he was a werewolf. I followed him to his trailer a few days later and we talked. We became friends.”

I sniffled and tried to smell her, she was still here! I turned back to my human form and quickly looked around to see where she’s hiding. The grass is waving, she’s running fast around me! As I kept on looking around and the wind was blowing just around me, I was surprised when Ginny appeared right in front of me and grabbed my neck. Her eyes were glowing red as she glared at me. “I’m thirsty!” she said. “Ginny…” She choked me with both her hands and I tried my best to push her away but at this rate, she was too strong. I can’t believe she can be this strong! In order to get away from her, I turned into a wolf. Her grip loosened.