Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Novels & Stories

the guard relayed. “Very interesting, trespassers at this hour, ohh the headmistress would love this” the voice chuckled. Daphne grabbed my hand and pulled me further into the room. “I could die for this” she murmured to me and we came in front of a high wall. I watched as she knocked it twice and it opened like a closet. My eyes widened and I felt my heart stop for a moment. There were portraits in black and white of different young children, majority with smiles on their faces. They didn't look like monsters or were they?

"Next time, someone I love may be killed." When the teakettle let out a shrill whistle, Daphne absentmindedly waved her hand, and the tea service floated across the room and settled on the table. Then the cups, saucers, spoons, and teapot went to work. Daphne crossed the room to her vast bookcase, filling the corner of the room. She looked over a few books when I realized they were grimoires. She selected one, crossed the room back to me, and then opened it on the table between us.

I stumbled, my phone slipping from my hand as I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my back. A yelp escaped me, sharp and desperate, and I scrambled to my knees, my hands sinking into the cold mud. My flashlight lay a few feet away, its beam illuminating a pair of boots, sleek, black, and definitely not Keith’s. I looked up, my heart stopping as a familiar figure stood over me. Daphne Synclair, her red hair glowing like fire in the dim light. She leaned down, her lips curling into a cunning smile. Her green eyes glinted with malice, and my blood turned to ice. The girl from this morning, the one who’d giggled at Alex’s desk, was here, and she wasn’t here to talk.

“Have you seen her magic?” “Not personally, but she carries around little bottles of potions. My pack members say that she has helped with the most wonderful things.” Daphne’s eyes flash to mine and she very slightly shakes her head. “Is Phin coming here?” I ask cautiously. I didn’t want or need another witch here. “No, I can call her if you like. Maybe she can help out with whatever is happening. Especially since Daphne is a new witch and doesn’t understand what she can and can’t do.”

Between each other, separated by the heat of black tea. Griffin spoke first, "How have you been?" Daphne lowered her head and gently sipped the black tea for a long time before she whispered, "Not bad.Quite good.” Griffin pulled out a letter from his coat pocket. Daphne recognized that this was the invitation letter for her to go to the London Conservatory, she remembered that she had lost it, why was it in Griffin’s hands? Griffin’s long, slender fingers, gently snapped. He looked at Daphne, "Are you still going to London? I heard you play the piano just now, is your foot not healed?"

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

“No, Gorg. She's a slave, nothing more. We can't let our desires get in the way of our duties.” But Gorg wasn't listening. His senses were in overdrive, and he was fixated on Aloha. Ragnar knew he had to find a way to control his wolf, or things could get out of hand quickly. So, instantly he minds linked his mistress, Daphne, to meet him in his chamber. ************ Daphne entered the king's chamber, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. She is a stunning wolf with an imposing presence. Her glossy fur is a deep shade of black, and her eyes are a piercing green that seems to look right through you. She carries herself with confidence and grace, exuding an air of strength and authority

Daphne hastened her step as soon as she was in a darker part of the alley, she had been having the feeling that someone had been following her as soon as she left the pub and her instinct continued to tell her not to stay and find out who the person was because it was dangerous. She ran and took another corner but she was stopped by something and before she could react, she was punched in the stomach and sent sprawling on the floor. She hated combat the most, she preferred when she wielded her magic so she tried to gather some energy from around her but she found out that she couldn’t do anything of the sort.

“Flora!” I turned towards the eastern hallway where the resting quarters were and found Daphne, another one of the Lunar Maidens and one of my closest friends, waiting for me. She came forward as she saw me exit the healing room. Her short black hair was combed back neatly and the rays of the setting sun fell on her dark skin, making it glow. Her gown was pristine white, unlike mine that now had blood stains on it. “How is the soldier doing?” She asked worriedly.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.