Romans & histoires Harry Potter Locket

My pulse quickened as she placed it gently on my lap. “These are some of your personal belongings. I thought you might want them…” She hesitated before adding, “Your phone is in there too.” My heart lurched at that. A phone. A direct link to this life. A potential key to answers. I ran my fingers over the wooden surface before slowly opening the lid. Inside, I found a collection of items, but one in particular caught my eye immediately—a bronze locket with a gold chain. My wrists rested on the edge of the box as I flipped the locket around, my fingers brushing against the strange marking engraved on it.

“It’s always been a treasure. I found it in my office when I came back today. I… wanted to show you.” I once showed this to Iris Herewit and she loved it immensely. I wonder what this Iris would think about the locket. She stares at it. At first, just gazes. But then her lips begin to tremble. Her eyes widen. And suddenly, she’s spooked. Haunted. Like the locket just whispered something she was never meant to hear.

He started prowling around the hall while they continued to look at him with Cole's interest piqued the most. "We don't know how they did it, but we believe the witches were involved in making that locket that was spelled with vervain, and these special species mixed with us and we weren't able to tell if they were witches, werewolves, or humans" he frowned and licked his lower lips. "Or even rogues?" Cora questioned and he nodded instantly. "The locket can mask the scent of any creature. And those species greatly decreased the werewolf population" he sighed.

'When she was in the dressing room, an unknown voice gave her a threat, "If you want Thoraas and Loki to be dead, come out of the mall instantly, and sit in the car before the gate" the mysterious man also gave her a locket drowned in blood, that Thoraas had been wearing on his neck. That was given to him by his mother as a keepsake, it was so important to him and he never removes it, Myra jolted as she saw that blood on the locket, She thought of informing Matthew but that voice continued,

Hmmm? He’s right. I examine the next charm. —A heel. I think I know what this one refers to. He smiles mischievously. —A disco ball. Hmm, yeah...this one definitely deserves to be here. The last charm is an arrowed heart. It formes a lump in my throat. I look at him excited. Tears have began filling my eyes. —You’ve got it, tigress. You have my heart in your hands.- purrs in my ear.