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“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

One had curly bouncy hair looking cute, next was a boy with brown eyes, another was there with black long hair, another was there wearing Harry potter spectacles looking like he was going to be the topper of the class. As I was trying to take the picture of everyone in my mind, suddenly my gaze stopped on a boy sitting at the corner table. His eyes were fixed on his book. When he lifted his head and gave me a look, my heart started to throb out loud. His green eyes blinked twice looking at me before shifting his gaze back to his book. He was so handsome. His green eyes were deep and sparkling in which you can get easily lost. He was fair and pale white. I didn’t get to admire his handsomenes

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you." My eyes closed in sheer anguish. Only if he knew how innocent I really was.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

I turned the brass handle slowly, the metal cool beneath my fingertips, and pushed the door open. Inside, the Headmaster, a man perpetually encased in tweed, was seated behind his impossibly large mahogany desk, his hands clasped together on its gleaming surface. My eyes, ever drawn to the details, darted to the paintings and framed pictures that covered the wall behind him. They were mostly academic portraits of stern-looking figures, some with ancient-looking scrolls, others with what looked like complicated magical diagrams. It took me a full minute, my focus caught by a particularly grumpy-looking wizard, to realize there was someone else in the room.

“Let’s take a look at your photos. Last night, Stanley showed me a video of you getting your makeover. I was stunned by how beautiful you were.” Xyla instantly tapped on it. The thing that came to view was a nine-picture collage of Pink Misty’s photos. There were pictures of her strumming a harp with her head lowered as well as her smiling while she looked down… All the pictures had gray backgrounds. Since the photos weren’t edited, they were looking at complete originals. However, even so, Xyla still looked like a fairy in the pictures. There was something unusual about how pretty she was. It was almost as if she was a real fairy.

dream of form in days of thought'—who is it who says that? I forget; but it is what Dorian Gray has been to me. The merely visible presence of this lad—for he seems to me little more than a lad, though he is really over twenty—his merely visible presence—ah! I wonder can you realize all that that means? Unconsciously he defines for me the lines of a fresh school, a school that is to have in it all the passion of the romantic spirit, all the perfection of the spirit that is Greek. The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. Harry! if you only knew what Dorian Gray is to me! You

Although Harriet is not wearing make-up, which almost all of the girls do during her age, everyone will agree that Harriet might be the most gorgeous student in the school. Her round hazelnut eyes are like chocolate that was melted in perfection. Every time she blinks, her long lashes appear like fluttering butterflies. She has pointed small nose, cupid natural pink lips and a small face that she can hide using her hands. And her natural brown hair waves along with the gentle breeze of the morning breeze, leaving a lavender scent when she passes by. Zion with Harriet together makes a masterpiece painting drawn by a meticulous artist. They look so good together, and some thought they are act

The sight of his sharp fangs hinted at an allure from realms beyond, an intoxicating blend of fascination and danger. A beguiling fusion of magnetism and peril coalesced, forming an irresistible power that ensnared her gaze within the confines of his portrait. Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web.

There were great foods and a few beers on our table, I guess drinking beer is an everyday thing on this island. Harry seemed comfortable with his head on my lap as he crossed his leg over the other. He had his eyes closed the entire time I was doing his hair and I think he had fallen asleep because he is slightly snoring. Harry has wonderful lashes, not too long and not too short as well, just resting perfectly above his cheek. He has a really nice nose line in a very manly structure that matched his face. He has plump pinkish lips parted slightly as he snores. He has arches brows with fine hair and a small scar on his eyelid. Harry had tanner skin and looked reddish too but he looked manlie