Harry Potter Marge Novels & Stories

Margo has a nosebleed and is shoving tissue up her nose to staunch the bleeding. Holy shit! my mind is aching watching Margo move I notice she's in slow motion "You have to relax" a feminine voice says "Take a deep breath and relax!" I greedily suck in air not realizing I haven't inhaled since I stopped screaming. and the room instantly speeds back to normal. "What is going on here?" Margo looks up at me. "Child do you not remember what we were doing?" she runs to a book on the counter "I haven't made the potion in a while but I'm sure I got it right."

I had always thought of mages as quiet, studious types who locked themselves into towers and read incessantly between midnight walks through graveyards. “You don’t look like a mage,” I said, before thinking it through, and blushed immediately. “And what do mages look like?” he sent me a look over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Skinny and pale? You look more like a knight,” I decided. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he returned to his book. Over his shoulder, I could see the writing, but I could not read it. It was uncomfortable to look at it too long. The writing looked as if I should know what it said, and yet, my eyes could not make it out, and that contradiction made my eyes lose focus. “

“My name’s Margi.” We all introduced ourselves as we took a seat at the table. Margi didn’t seem too worried about having five strangers in her house, but then, she looked like she could beat the crap out of us with the kid in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. “My husband’s not here at the moment,” she told us, “but he should be back soon. I take it you’re not here for the rogue ogre.” We all looked confused. “What’s a rogue ogre?” I asked. “Don’t all ogres run around smashing things up and roaring for no reason?”

“What kind of business can you even discuss with me about? You’re just someone’s live-in son-in-law, what sort of prerogative do you have?” Margie naturally had some information about Harvey, she could not hold in her curiosity. “Just some business about a short video,” Harvey said with a smile. Margie frowned in distaste. “I don’t need some business for any short video! Hurry up and go!” “Just finish watching the video first before you say anything.” Harvey chuckled and then threw the phone on the table. Margie instinctively stood up and picked up the phone. “What video?” When she finished watching the video, her face instantly turned as pale as a ghost.

It is so delicious and flavorful! "This is delicious, mom! You're the best cook ever!" She just smiles and eats with me. The next morning, everyone is talking about Hilary. "Who would do that to her?" "Maybe some stalker, you know how perfect that girl is." "Celestia!" I turn my gaze to one of my classmates named Darrel. "Hilary is indeed missing?" he asked with a worried face. "Y-yes." "Dang! Whoever kidnapped her should die!" he's Hilary's groupmate in Science. I mean who can't resist Hilary's charm? She's so friendly.

"Welcome. Ignore Ingrid. She's had three coffees already and is vibrating at a frequency only dogs can hear." Margarete leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a quiet smirk playing on her lips. She was the sarcastic one - sharp eyes, short dark hair, the kind of person who could cut you with one dry comment and then hand you a tissue if you cried. "Nice to finally meet the woman who puts up with Olga's chaos. We thought you were a myth, you know, part of her fairytale .... don't mind her, she believes in happy ever after and prince charming." I mentally took note.

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of

“Everleigh,” she says, starting to shake her head. “Mahl is the one who made magic illegal –“ “You use magic on him every other night!” “And I am a professional,” she says, laying a demure hand on her breast and grinning at me. “You are a rank amateur!” “Oh, come on, Margot!” I beg, dashing for her and dropping to my knees in front of her stool. She blinks at me, surprised. “It will be easy! I did it before with Angeline and it worked so well! He’ll never notice!”

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

Each member of the scald crow floated out the door and stopped suspended next to the spade hood. “Is this the witch the legend talked about?” Warren asked. “More like a minion, I think after a few thousand years of captivity a magical being would want to express its displeasure in a big way. You should've been there for the Morganna days, now there was a Seelie who knew how to make a statement,” Nostalgia owned Herne's voice. “The legend never mentioned minions.” “Most legends don't, or the creature saw the crew as victims of opportunity.”