Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Novels & Stories

It was perfect, and I kept it on so that Asher was always close to my heart, no matter how many states away. “Oh, also, I have a surprise!” Daphne clicks a few buttons on her phone. She’s a few years older than I am, about thirty, and matches me in height. She pushes some of her dark hair away from her eyes, readjusting her black-framed glasses. Daphne’s been like having a new friend who’s interested in all the same things. I might be paying her, but she’s been so genuine since the moment I met her. “What?” I question, recrossing my legs as the rest of the room chatters among themselves.

Persephone scoffed, rolling her eyes off and turning to the pair standing behind her. “Whatever.” Freya muttered, withdrawing her sword back and moving back, taking out her water bottle and sitting on the rock to witness the greatest battle that was about to take place. “You guys okay?” Persephone asked, noticing them. “Yeah…” Daphne nodded but before she could complete her words, her body lost its strength abruptly, passing out from exhaustion. “Daphne!” Randall gasped, holding her in his arm, laying her down and holding her tenderly, worried about her.

"Everything was perfect before you came! We were strong! United! Now half the pack wants to protect you and half wants you dead!" He pointed his sword at me. "Well, I'm going to fix that problem." "You have to go through me first," Daphne said firmly. Cornelius laughed harder. "The healer wants to play the hero? You can as well go to hell together." He lunged forward, sword flashing. I cringed, not able to look. But something incredible happened. Daphne moved like lightning. She grabbed his wrist, twisted, and sent him flying across the room.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

But what just happened? Before I can process it, a figure bursts through the edge of the forest, moving with a speed that leaves me momentarily stunned. “Daphne?” I breathe, recognizing the witch from the forest. Her long hair whips behind her like a banner as she strides toward me, eyes fierce and focused.

"Hailey Fonte, you just won't give up, will you?" My eyes freeze at a spot on the floor, it is tiled, white with black speckles. I know that high voice all too well, and I know better than to flee. The cafeteria is silenced by her. Glancing up, slowly, I see her long platinum hair. Her hand is on her hip and her white t-shirt glows with the words: Coldgrove Dance Team. Daphne. "What? Have you gone mute too? Have your lies gone to your head? You know, you have real nerve coming back here."

Seraphina could feel Lady Persephone’s hot gaze on her back like daggers. She finished filling Lady Lissandra’s cup and stepped back to the side with her eyes cast down again. She sent a silent prayer that no one else heard Lady Lissandra’s comment though she knew it was unlikely as half of the guests were vampires not to mention, voices travelled in the courtyard as though it was an ample Théâtre. Lord Silverus from House De-Montagu spoke up “Yes, Lady Persephone, do tell us how you managed to acquire a Dhampir servant, and one with such...interesting markings as well?” his green eyes glistened at her. At that moment, she realised she hadn't fixed her hair since Lady Lissandra moved it leav

Nonetheless, her arms stopped when she heard small footsteps coming right through her. “Who’s that?” As she looked back, she wasn’t able to react as she was greeted by a boy with a mischievous smile. “Hey, bad woman, don’t you hurt my teacher!” In just a blink of an eye, as the little boy lifted the hefty vase above him, he rushed in the blonde’s direction and smashed it on her head. Daphne heard the loud crash in front of her that soon made her eyes open. She witnessed Deanna’s unconscious body falling on the floor and a little boy who walked by her side to help her.

Daphne knew where the kids were getting at already and she feels pressured the more. They will grow up one day when her lies won’t work on them anymore but she’s far from imagining the situation then. “It would be better if someone shows up at least” Gracie finally talks as she waved to Daphne. Daphne watched them enter the school building without saying a word to them in reply. She was so lost in thought but the sound of her phone ringing smacked her back to reality. “Second ring” she read out the caller ID from the phone screen. She has changed Black’s name from Mr.Black W to the second ring.

“Nothing.” A long silence stretched between them. Then, the subtle shift of fabric as Daphne moved, preparing to leave. When her steps turned toward the door, panic gripped Lyra’s chest. She reached out, fingers wrapping around Daphne’s wrist before she could slip away. “Wait,” Lyra breathed. Daphne stilled. Lyra licked her lips, her voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Earlier… you brought up Kyline. Why?” Daphne hesitated, then slowly turned back. She leaned in close, the warmth of her breath ghosting against Lyra’s cheek as she murmured, “Because I know a thing or two about witches.”