Harry Potter Beards Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

She didn't even attempt to meet them! "The servant has returned..." the king's right hand spokesman announced into his master's ear. He was a thin man with a receding hairline but if there was one thing he was known for, it was his beard hair, nine inches long and sometimes he braided it to keep it out of harm's way. He considered his beard hair dignity and refused to shave it off. Most people referred to him as the hair man, the royal family inclusive. "But I don't see the fourth princess anywhere." He gulped.

They hardly did anything. "It will be in your best interest if you do not talk about my mother, Viktor." I said. "You are undeserving of having her as your daughter." His mouth twisted at the insult and so did the moustache above it. Did I mention that all three of the Heads had moustaches, long hair beards? It was apparently forbidden for them to cut their hair. How dumb! And they wore robes too. They could go to a theatre right now and look like they were there to play a part. Their costumes were atrocious.

Then, Harry also asked why I was almost late. "I woke up late," I reasoned. But, Harry suddenly showed me a sensitive response. "No wonder there's a dragon scent," said Harry sarcastically while waving his hand in front of his nose. "Shhhh ..." I pretended to beg not to be bullied. Damn, I forgot to brush my teeth. I admitted that I forgot to bring candy to reduce the side effects. Sorry, Mom, I was in a hurry. Then, Harry handed me three of mint candy. Luckily I met Harry, just in time. Very understood, this one friend of mine.

Abel got off from my laps quickly, running towards mom and hugging her legs. "Did you enjoyed reading with Vanessa?" Mom asked while ruffling Abel's hair that made him giggle. "Yep I did, she even makes faces and voices,s and what's Potterhead?" Abel's questioned looking at mom with his little finger on his nose, which made me giggle. "Well, Potterhead are people who love harry potter and his adventure" I explained to the little boy whose face went 'O' after knowing the meaning. "Then I'm a potter hair too" Abel squeaked in happiness raising his hands in the air.

"Harry! I almost hit you. Don't ever sneak up on me like that." "I'm sorry. I didn't want to call your name in front of everyone." I noticed something on his face, "what the hell, Harry! You shaved?" Harry's jaw, which was once filled with hair, was now clean shaved, and I think it suits him. He looks younger. "I decided to try something new." He said as he strokes his bare jaw. His face turned sour as he sniffed the air. "You smell different today." I didn't know how to answer that, so I kept quiet, trying to think of something else to say, but he beat me to it. "Where are you going to go dressed up like this?" He said, pointing at my dress and shoes.

Chapter 49 I was ready to leave for the hospital when I saw Lilly and Luna giving Harry a full makeup session. “Oh my days.” I burst out laughing the moment I saw him. Harry was sitting on the small pink chair with his long legs crossed awkwardly. He had a plastic crown tilted on his head, bright blush dusted heavily across his cheeks, and thick red lipstick smeared slightly outside his lips. I laughed harder, bending forward and holding my stomach. “Uncle Harry didn’t say he needed a makeover, did he?” I stood in front of them, wiping the corner of my eye.

, he flashed him a smile. “But I can’t”, Eric thought to himself. “You can grab something from my clothes”, Harry said, taking off his sweatshirt, “I see we have the same size”. Eric looked away as soon as Harry’s abs appeared before his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked for the dressing room. It was only his first day, and Harry was already being a nuance. What do you think of the 1st chapter? What do you think of Harry’s character so far? How is that clubbing going to go?

I say ,pointing to my forehead and pout. "Hey ,don't pout." harry says and kisses me on the lips wiping my pout off my face . I smile and nod. "You will be alright in a few minutes,lay down on the bed and wait."He says and leaves . After a minute ,he comes back holding a bottle of lavender oil . "I couldn't find any other oil, so I think this will do ." He says taking my head in his lap and clipping my hair back. "I like where this is going." I smile.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.