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George concluded. “We cannot just base our thoughts on mere assumption, I believe you should know that by now; we deal with facts” the wizard stated. “Jane, you said he had black eyes?” George asked again as he took out his pen and paper hoping to find a perfect picture for the description that was being made. “Yes, he was said to have worn dark long trench coat and not only dark trench coats, his hair was said to be messy” while Jane was explaining what she had heard, George was making a rough sketch hoping he would get it down perfectly.

Zayn hates the wizarding world so much, it's his grandfather's companion's family who cursed them and besides, they are malicious and uncomfortable at all. Just like vampires but they don't represent innocence like these Renee called in a low voice, so she wouldn't be afraid, as she was asleep, opening her eyes with a drowsiness. She moved away from his back. He got off his horse to extend his hands to her around her waist and lowered her to the ground, " Welcome." I gasped in terror when two people suddenly appeared in front of them, the first was a young man with green eyes His nose is pointed from the front, his lips are large, his hair is short, shaggy and golden, and he is

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” I scramble to my feet and back away until the wall presses cold against my spine. “Easy, girl. I’m not here to hurt you.” He raises his hands slowly. His fingernails are thick and discolored. Wrong. “My name’s Harry Brown.” He closes the distance, towering over me, his gaze calm but sharp — not murderous, just … dangerous. A warning wrapped in politeness. I want to scream. I try to. Nothing comes out. Is this how it happens? Is this the moment before everything ends?

I saw a bright blue sky. My jaws dropped to hit the ground. I wonder how can Harry Potter movie magic can happen in the real world. Oh, my bad I forgot I was in a magic castle. I wonder how this place will be at night. With that thought, I claimed the huge double side stairs by petting the softness of flowers that bloomed in the handling of the stairs. When the steps came to end I entered the big hall which is also a living room with teak wood furniture making the place majestic. I am so tired from the walk so I sat on the cloud-like sofa cushion. When I relaxed and closed my eyes I felt so revealed. I am thirsty as well as hungry. I wanted water and food to recharge my lost energy so I deci

He placed a kiss to my forehead and opened up the book to another page before pushing it to me. There was a colored portrait drawn of a creature that was tall and slender. Its skin was a greyish color with unhealthy veins running down his neck into his old-fashioned clothing. It looked like what royalty of centuries long past would wear. Its eyes were the worst part. They were pure black, but there was something hidden within them that you could not see but could sense. It was pure evil, and part of me wanted to run from the room screaming.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

Brooklyn followed their gazes and her eyes landed on Harry. He was dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, a fitted dark green t-shirt and his blonde hair was pushed back messily, ends flicking out in random directions. His vibrant green eyes were staring straight at her and his face was blank. "What's the betting he heard all that?" Alice whispered and Sasha nudged her when her whispering didn't really count considering Harry was less than two meters away. "Rather high," Brooklyn murmured and Harry walked up to the desk the girls were sitting at and placed a pen in front of Brooklyn. Her pen.

, he said chuckling. With that, all the sudden out of nowhere a book flew into his hand. A large heavy book, with green leather binding and encrusted jewels. “See for example, I have been reading the Potions of Lore - this book”, he said showing it to me.” You see, it came by itself. Now your turn”.