Harry Potter Blind Boxes Novels & Stories

"I'd forgotten about it. Bought it from a souvenir shop at the church. Ten bucks for three. It looked nice, so I grabbed some. Since you like picking up other people's trash, it's yours." I ignored her frozen smile and walked off. Steve shot her a glare and hurried after me. His voice trembled with heartache. "Tabitha, don't hold it in. I know you're hurting. Remember those 'blind boxes' I made of all the eligible young heirs in the city? You can draw one at random. Whoever you pick, I'll tie him up and bring him to you tomorrow. I guarantee he'll be better than Karl." I said nothing, letting him drag me back to my room. Sure enough, stacks of boxes were piled there. He hadn't been joking.

Michelle Xia had prepared a special birthday gift for Lizzy Xia, the mystery blind box she had recently become enamored with. Inside one of these blind boxes was a chubby blue figurine known as the “Forest King,” which Lizzy was particularly fond of. However, Lizzy seemed to have a streak of bad luck. She had never once received the toy she wanted, and every time she opened a blind box, her face would fall in disappointment. Yet, every time she saw another blind box, her eyes would light up with excitement, her feet would freeze, and she'd gaze longingly at it, forever filled with hope.

Me: "Moonstone powder and mistletoe." Melinda: "Cloak me now so none may know." Me: "Cloak me now so none may know." Melinda: "Silver blade and darkness deep," Me: "Silver blade and darkness deep," Melinda: "Invisibility now is mine to keep." Me: "Invisibility now is mine to keep." "Now, you can open your eyes," Melinda stated.

My ceremony with Alex was scheduled for the next full moon, exactly when men and women with mates should focus solely on their bonds. The pack emissary carefully delivered the ceremonial clasp commissioned by Alex—a rare silver-infused obsidian piece, the only one of its kind, its dark surface capturing light in hypnotic patterns. Daya noticed the clasp in my hand, and unmistakable greed flashed in her eyes. "Jenna, I find that ceremonial clasp quite striking. Might I try it on?" The pack emissary beside me apologetically shook her head. "Forgive me, this piece was crafted by Alpha Alex's command for his Luna alone. Please examine our other offerings."

We both froze. "Expecting someone?" she asked. "No." She stood. Fast. Not blind at all. "Then it's not a friend." I moved to the door. Peeked through the fisheye. Empty hallway. But on the floor. A box. Small. Brown paper. I opened the door. Checked both ways. Nothing. Brought the box in. Lin watched. "Don't open it." "Why?" "Because I didn't order anything. Because you're not supposed to receive gifts. Because—" She stopped. "Because it's from him."

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

At the engagement party, my fiancee, Emily Carter, and my parents, Nathan Morgan and Jennifer Williams, set up a table filled with mystery boxes. My younger brother, Freddie Morgan, playfully tugs on Emily's sleeve. "There are so many boxes here. Richard can't possibly open them all. Can I open three?" Emily smiles and affectionately pats the back of his hand. "Your playful nature hasn't changed a bit since the day your brother and I met." My parents laugh warmly. "Freddie has always been lucky. Maybe he'll win a big prize." Freddie eagerly grabs three boxes and opens them one after another. The first contains a card announcing a ten-day honeymoon trip to the Azure Isles. The second

She stood in the hallway holding a cardboard box, her expression unreadable. “Mrs. Hale.” “Mr. Carter.” She held the box out. “I have something for you.” I looked at it. “For me?” “It arrived this morning. Addressed to you personally. Not the penthouse. You.” I took it. It was lighter than it looked. Smaller, too. My name was written on the label in handwriting I didn’t recognize. There was no return address. “Thank you.” Mrs. Hale looked at me for a moment. It was the expression she used when she had something to say and was deciding whether it was worth saying.

The young maid shook her head, “I have no idea who it's from, but someone left it at the corner mailbox with a tag that has the alpha’s name on it– says here it's from–” “ Wait! “ Harry took the parcel from the lady- “Thank you. You can leave that to us, ” she nodded, and left. He made sure to lock the door, scrutinizing the box as he walked back to the table. “Would you like to open it? ” He asked, pointing it out at me with a name tag dangling about. “No,” I replied, “ it doesn't look charming enough– and I wouldn't want something to blow up in my face. ”