Harry Potter Chats Novels & Stories

Maybe it was the loud snoring from the old man in the next bed or just his own restless mind, but Jedediah felt an urgent need to talk to someone. Without thinking, he opened the chat with me. He typed cautiously: [Are you there?] A second later, a red dot appeared, followed by the prompt: [You haven't added her as a friend yet.] Jedediah clenched his phone, while I looked at Georgia's latest post, bursting into laughter. The caption read: [Refuse to be an emotional trash can.] I liked her post, and she started a chat with me. Gigi: [Ugh, I'm losing interest in my crush.]

I snorted "So you want us to suddenly act like we're best of friends that can stay in the same room without fighting?" "No, I want us to act like adult" He corrected "Let's just talk in private where there are no distractions or anything anywhere, just the two of us" He unconsciously bit his pink tongue in a sexy manner, staring at me for some seconds before he continued "And maybe.....I can tell you the things on my mind" I blinked, replaying his last sentence in my head: 'I can tell you the things on my mind' Harry wants to talk about the things on his mind?

The night around the area had slowly quieted down. Harry stared at his phone screen, scrolling through the group chat that had gone silent an hour ago. He took a deep breath, muttering under his breath, “I’ve got plans to go shopping with Delilah tomorrow. Maybe I’ll ask her to have dinner too.” He took one last drag from his cigarette before crushing it on the ground. Then he dialed a number. “It’s me. Harry.” The woman on the other end sounded surprised, and a little too pleased. “You? Calling me this late? I thought you said we shouldn’t talk in private anymore.”

Chancellor Hollister squinted at the Babble chat window on the screen, then looked at the group of students seething with righteous fury in front of him. He turned to the head of admissions beside him, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and bewilderment. "Gerald, have scam apps really evolved to the point where they can hand out university spots now?" The director of Admissions, Gerald Whitmore, looked like he did not know whether to laugh or cry. He cleared his throat and raised his voice.

"Yeah nothing huge, Grayson just planned it as he was leaving. I guess he wants to inform everyone of whats going on in-person" I nodded in agreement before I slipped back underneath the warm blankets and reached for the remote. True to her word, Brynn and I enjoyed a full day of nothing but movies and food. We were a quarter of a way through Harry Potter and the goblet of fire when Grayson walked through the bedroom door, his face held an amused expression as he arched one of his eyebrows at us. "So, this is what you two have done all day?", he asked. "No. We also watched the first three films in the franchise and took a house quiz. I'm a Slytherin and Laila's a Hufflepuff!", Brynn added tr

"Didn't you say you never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?" "Thank you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."

Now, staring at his name in the chat, she got lost in thought. The chat was buzzing with excitement. [Look who's here, our top donor!] [Hey there, big bro!] Gu, the mystery viewer, had been watching her streams for a while, but Helma had never seen him say much. Lord Pearce finally piped up: [Hey, everyone.] The chat went wild, and Helma could not help but chuckle. Whatever, she thought. There's more than one Pearce in the world—it's probably not him. After the stream, Helma flopped onto her desk, feeling totally wiped out, like a rag doll without stuffing.

he whispers, looking at Blake and Jacob. "I know they're not Layla and Gaddie! I don't even know people by that name! I used to but they're not around anymore. You better watch who you're shouting at, you might be in the safely of the police now but you won't he forever! When I get my hands on you that's it, over for you!" He shouts so loud they thought the speakers on the phone were gonna blow "now I'm gonna go and take my girls on a little outing, watch you're back ink" he laughs, before the phone hangs up. Ink looks at the two men before running towards the bathroom to throw up, Blake and Jacob just look at each other.

Happy now? Cam- And I’d love to meet you all for lunch. Although I don’t know what dinner plans you’re talking about. Megan- We’ll all be there! Aaron- Good job Cam. Amber- Great, I'll see you all tomorrow. I have to get back to work. “Woah, this is a chaotic chat. Is it always like that?” I ask and Harry nods. “Yep. It’s fun though. We actually started the chat so that everyone could keep up with my stories about seeing you.” Harry frowns.

I was sitting by the window, taking a break from reading the newest Harry Potter books: Harry Potter and The Cursed Child, when I saw Koltin wandering and about the door. "Koltin!" I called him. He looked surprised to see me, his eyes widened in shock but I saw a glimpse of recognition in his eyes. "Get over here, silly!" I waved for him to come inside and join me. "They are working on outlines or homework before the club time begins," I pointed at a few students who were concentrating on their laptops. "What's up, Mey? How are things?" he asked as he took a seat in one of the long chairs.