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I whispered to her. "Why would the house keeper clean the area immediately? She's hiding something," she trailed off. At least she had a point, but their caretaker was too old and it would be impossible for her to hurt someone. But who knows? Arya suddenly approached Jaika which surprised us all. Even Mrs. Roque was also alerted. "Jaika! Are you cosplaying?" she chortled. "Yes. How did you find out?" She pointed at the picture on the top of the shelf where Jaika was smiling as Hermione Granger of the Harry Potter series.

I growl lowly. Hermione unsuccessfully comforts her. Woah!. Hermione ain't no mere werewolf. She survives mom's screams within her room?. I won't survive such situation. I'll pass out. Well, it's high time I shut the screams. "Leave us!" I order Hermonie powerfully. Her expression squeezes. She stare wierdly at me. She roll her eyes then reluctantly exit with a powerful door slam. I chuckle unborthered. Is she mad?.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

I was confused to see the number of chairs set at the dinner, with the staff walking all around to make sure all were in equal proportion. I knew Freda could be quite extravagant sometimes, and she might have invited her friends over for a family dinner. Who was I to decide how she spends her cold-earned money? I decided to sit it out and watch as it all played out. Then, a BMW roadster cruised into the family mansion, blinking lights and screaming luxury, and I knew just who it was. It was Hermione, the young family witch. Dressed in a three-piece Italian suit and heavy shades, her neatly creased trouser was evidence of the wealth that radiated all around her. She carried around her an air

“I recognize all the people here, there’s no one person that seems off to me. No one matched the description given but we still had to have the faith that the goddess led us to where we want and we can get all the answers we seek even without consulting the goddess for answers. He scrolled and then we made a split so everyone could have footage to take note and just then I saw her, her face was pretty and she had that black veil just as the maid had explained it. I paused the video then whispered to Cassian softly. “I have seen it, come over now”. He hurried over to meet me. “Take a look Cassian, this matched the description she gave”. He was shocked too. “I know this face, isn’t this Hermio

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

I wondered if the food was going to be as good as it looked, or if it tasted better than my mom’s cooking. Hermione pulled out a chair for me very close to Christian and I sat, I wasn’t quite over the little argument with him, tried to shift my chair away from him. But he didn’t seem to like that very much, he gently held my arm and grabbed my chair, shifting it much closer to his. He gave a soft, reassuring smile and gently squeezed my thigh under the table. I didn’t know what that was for but it gave me some mixed emotions. “I called your sister, she said she had some business to attend to but she would be back early. And that was thirty minutes, did she tell you where she went?” Hermione

On her chest is a pin with a single rose surrounded by a crown of thorns. "I'm doing my best to protect him, Hermione," she whispered, "I have never been keen about your plan to hide all these years, but if it is your will, then so be it." She frowned as she placed the picture back under the pillow. "He doesn't look like you though, more like great grandfather Philip," she thought, and with that thought, Agate Althea went back to sleep. ✫

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans. She had washed her hair and still had a faint blush on both cheeks. Her white skin gleamed like alabaster and Ruke became aware that he had not cleaned up. Hermione however ushered him out of the house, locked her door and they drove back towards the woods.