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He was wearing an apron over a white shirt and sweatpants, with his usually meticulously combed hair looking slightly messy, but it added an indescribable wildness and charm to him. The sleeves of his shirts were rolled up, showing his bulging biceps. How could someone be so handsome that it put all my efforts into looking sexy to shame? “You are awake. You just ruined my plan of wanting to serve you breakfast in bed,” he said and turned, holding the frying pan in one hand and a spatula in another. He scooped up the pancake and put it onto a plate.

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

Harry was doing more of chugging down the liquids than sipping them and he looks so sexy doing that with his hair looking shiny, dark and moist, some strands falling carelessly down the side of his handsome face. He gently flicked my chin and I gave him a playful frown, shaking my head. "Harry" I called in a warning tone, telling him to stop. "Ooookaaayyy" He dragged the word, a smile at the side of his lips. I do not trust that smile. Soon, I felt a touch at my side that tickled me and caused an involuntary giggle from me. "Harry, behave" A grin spread across his face "I'm trying, baby. I'm trying" He drank from his cup "I think I'm a little tipsy....you know?"

he said. "I'll quickly go wash my face. In the meantime, untangle your hair!" With that, I got out of bed and fixed my nightgown before turning to look at the warlock. "Do you have a hair bobble? In black?" I asked him. "Maybe. I need to check" Blade quickly started to look in his drawers for a hair bobble. I decided to wash my face to wake up. Deciding to use his bathroom, I stood in front of the washbasin and splashed the cold water onto my face; washing away the sleep from my eyes.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

He said, playing clueless. "Okay now, dey there." Ada rolled her eyes, not really wanting to go into explanation. Ope just grinned at her, his arms playing with his growing beards. He had just several strands which dangled in the breeze, this added to his manly appearance. Their school had a thing against beards so it looked like he had just shaved. The 5'o'clock shadow evident on his face. Now why the heck are you observing the not your type boy, Ada?

Or maybe, a hair monster that walked like a snail. Nobody bothered cutting Bowen's hair or beard. His hair was so long, dangling, and sweeping the floor. Long Hair covered Bowen's face. Sometimes, he even accidentally stepped on his beard until it fell out, and he tripped over. So, it's no wonder that lately, he looked more like a hairy ball.

he suggested and I disagreed. “You don’t trust my shaving skills?’ he nodded “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a nice shave and you’ll get a haircut when we’re done” I don’t really know why I’m putting so much effort into this. He agreed with my silly suggestion and we went into the bathroom. Once we got there, I realized that Harry was way taller than me (something I should have considered first before deciding to take this drastic step). I had to find a way to sit on the sink while I held Harry and pulled him to stand in front of me. I held his face in my hands and first removed the shade that he was wearing and I couldn’t help but stare at the most gorgeous pair of eyes I’ve ever seen in my lif

remarked the man with the blade-like beard. The next two applicants were a pair of blonde incubus twins, whose flaxen beards looked too large and thick to have grown in a week. They grinned at each other as Mr. Pervis approached. Only seconds into the beard-inspection, Mr. Pervis rose up, offended. “I say! These beards were grown through a ritual!” “Disgraceful,” growled a bald gentleman with a monocle. “Ban them from the premises.” Loretta and I both snorted with laughter. The Beard Society did not hear us over their own grunts of disapproval. They clearly took this matter very seriously.