Grimmauld Place Novelas e Histórias

He introduced himself, sat me down and explained everything. It was dusk when I finally wrapped up the consultation and made my way, not home, but to Ginny’s place. Unannounced, I know but I needed someone to handle the wreck I was right now and she was the only one that could. Ginny Lockwood lived on the far Eastside of the city in the Pinevilles, an estate that was home to only one particular class of individuals — billionaires. That's because Ginny is an heiress.

Morris replied and left me and Draco alone As he left I took a good view of entire Seaton House… this two story white stone house was surrounded with a dry rice filed and flower garden… and nothing more specific to see on outside, all I could see was entire porch of house and surrounding covered in golden brown straw of dried and filed and black curled dried leaves and flowers crumbled all over on ground.. “Huhhh….. Why do we have to stay in place this which looks like some curse house” I spoke to myself but Draco caught my words

POV: Callum Brennan Location: Kensington, Mordaunt's Mansion Time: Three Days After Battle The address Mordaunt provided is in Kensington. Wealthy neighborhood. Old money. The kind of place where pack-raised wolves like me don't belong. I'm standing outside a Georgian mansion that probably costs more than my entire pack's territory. Four stories. Manicured gardens. Security that's subtle but present. This is where Mordaunt lives. Six hundred years of accumulated wealth on display.

He turned back to Scarlett with a wistful grin before turning away again. His ginger brows furrowed in determination. He wanted no harm to come down on his niece. Josh would gladly give up his life to keep her safe from—them. 'They're coming for her. I swear—I'm going to protect her. I promise, sister.' ________________________________________________ It didn't look so much as big at the front premise, but it seemed grand enough to be a high school. Pastonville High. The place had an old medieval vintage look to it, almost like Hogwarts in Harry Porter—minus the fantasia. Pessimistic to say the least.

most especially my aunt was waiting really impatiently. "Finally! Can we leave now?" She asked sighing in relief. I nod my head in reply. I hugged Britney good bye. "You had better give me all the deets on you and Christian when you get back." She mumbles in my ear before I separated from her. My uncle whispered a spell opening up a portal to HUDRATS, that's the name of the school my family owns. It's a school for witches and wizard. And also anything supernaturally related. The school exists to help people learn their magic.

Across the room, Lila was humming as she tried to braid her hair. "Morning," she said. "You look terrible." "I feel terrible." "Progress." I threw a pillow at her, and she laughed. Somehow, her laugh made the room feel normal again. After breakfast, I skipped training for the first time since arriving at Grimhalden. I went to the library. It stood at the oldest end of the academy, hidden beneath stained-glass windows that painted the stone floor in blue and gold. The place smelled of dust and old paper, exactly the kind of place where forgotten things waited. An elderly librarian glanced at me over tiny spectacles.

The game had changed. They went to ground in a property Anton had never used, one so deeply buried in shell companies and trusts even Jessica had only known of its existence as a line item. It was not a sleek urban fortress, but a fortified Georgian manor house on a private, wooded estate in the Chiltern Hills, an hour northwest of the city. It was called ‘The Gables,’ and it felt less like a safe house and more like a museum of a quieter, deader time.

Gabriel POV We pulled through the gates of the compound at eight fifteen. The Bangria residence was nothing like the Wrenfield townhouse in Crescent Harbour. This was a walled estate on three acres in the Highfields district, surrounded by reinforced perimeter fencing, monitored by thirty-six cameras, and staffed by a security team of twelve. The house itself was a sprawling modernist structure of concrete and glass, designed by an architect who'd been told to make it look like a home and had instead produced something that looked like a very elegant bunker.

Kicking the snow that had regathered in frustration and feeling completely alone, Mikhail continued on with his walk. Raeann had expected the Ravenclaw coven to look like something out of a Harry Potter novel, all dark, medieval, and imposing. Instead, she found herself standing outside the front gate of a quaint farm cottage, just inside pack lands, that looked disturbingly familiar. A knock on the door confirmed her suspicions. "seanathair Agus seanmháthair(Granddad and Grandma)?.” Raeann’s eyes lit up at the elderly couple beaming back at her.