Goldfinch Harry Potter Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mixed into the clean scent of the spring water in the air was a corroding sweetness that tasted like rotten sweet almonds. This was the smell of a drug called Silver Mist. It was a vicious, forbidden drug that could make people show symptoms like they were drunk in a short while, but would then eventually cause irreversible nerve damage. This drug could only be obtained from the black market. I raised my head and saw Lilian not far away, standing beside the champagne tower, a vicious smile appearing on her face. Many guests had already raised their glasses. "Don't drink it!" I shouted, but my voice was quickly drowned out by the live band's music.

He pleads with me with a pouty face, and I let out a small smile before handing him the cup back. "Thank you, baby." He says, and I roll my eyes. He drinks the tea in less than five seconds and throws the cup on the floor, making a burning sound. "Fuck! What is in that stuff? It is so horrible. Ew!" Harry exclaims as he rushes over to the side table in the room and chugs on the water in the jug shamelessly. "Prussian blue seeds and water," I say in an amused tone, and he sets his jug on the table harshly to throw a murder glare my way.

He didn’t look like he was much older than me, but I couldn’t tell for sure. “Who are you? What are you?” I asked him, my hands at the ready in case he tried something. “M-my name is H-H-Harold Woodpecker,” he said, stuttering. “I’m a m-mage. S-same as you.” I was stunned. “How the hell did you get to be a wood nymph then?” He took a few deep breaths before he tried to answer me. When he did, I was stunned, though I suppose I shouldn’t have been. He only said one word, but it was enough. “F-F-Francis.”