Harry Potter Marge Novels & Stories

Unconscious. "There you are, child! Welcome to my home." Lady Maria announced and sat on the edge of his hay bed. Then Harry shrieked. "Who the hell is this?" pointing to the paralyzed woman beside him. When he touched her, Lady Magda vanished, which earn them a gasp and a surprised "oh" and some "Oh shit!" The body of Lady Magda had dissolved like it was never there in the first place like the whole thing had been a perceptible trick.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "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?"

But it smiled at us. "Haha! Maybe that’s just what you thought Kim, ” She said, not believing. Sighed, Kim stood up and adjusted herself. Her hair was messy and her clothes were messy. Margo was also left alone. Margo does not believe in evil spirits or ghosts. She has no choice but to be her own. Margo took a deep breath. She followed Kim's gaze. Daniel was still wearing a uniform when Kim entered. Her face was serious as she looked at him.

I was dragging the bike up the gravel path when I heard a screen door scrape open. “You look like you’re one busted spark plug away from throwing that thing in a ditch,” a woman called out. I turned to see her leaning against the doorframe, cigarette in one hand, steaming mug in the other. Gray hair in a messy bun, a T-shirt that said Hell Ain’t Hot Enough, and a face that could cut through drywall. “Marge,” she said, introducing herself. “I keep the books and remind the boys to wash their hands before eating.”

And with that certainty, she went to sleep. Her alarm clock rang loudly. She awoke with a shock. It was morning already. With a sigh, she flung her legs out of bed and got up. It was a beautiful day, the birds were already whistling and the sky was blue. Margje gathered her clothes, simple bleached jeans, and a light blue shirt. She quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, and tied her long red hair. Up close, she saw in the bathroom mirror that her freckles were multiplying again. She sighed, that was the downside of the summer. And being a redhead, well, it didn't really matter to Margje. She was quite proud of her red head of hair. It was rare. In the past, it had been a thing and als

I could see Bel as an independent and brave woman. Now I wonder... What does she do in living? "I'm the only one who's living here, Clark. Don't tell me I'm the one that you're looking for?" she said sarcastically and puffed an air. She brushed her hair with the use of her fingers. I just shook my head from what I heard. She was assuming but I couldn't blame her. She has the right to assume this kind of situation. "It's not you. It's Magda." After I said that, I saw her body freeze. She even stopped picking up the biscuit on a plate. I sat down properly and stared at her carefully.

Marge dipped her finger in the bowl and started drawing a magic circle with her own blood , it was a long tedious work after all she had to draw it perfectly without a slightest bit of mistake , If she failed who knows what kind of back lash she will suffer . She finished the last set of magic spells and placed a small pile of golden blonde hair in the centre of the magic circle , then she took out the vial that held the deadliest poison of hell and poured it all upon the small pile of golden blonde hair , dying it red . Once the last drop of the poison matted the pile of blonde hair , the magic circle shone with a furious red light... black lighting struck the ceiling and Marge found hersel

“You’re unbelievable. What garbage you are talking about? Do I look like someone who’d eat just anything shoved in my mouth?” “Yes,” Margot replied, almost instantly. “Maybe you were sucking something dirty, that’s why. I feel bad for your stomach though. You’re getting old, honey. If you don’t take care of your health, then what am I supposed to do when you die?” She wiped her imaginary tears with the tips of her fingers. “You’re crazy! I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this isn’t over unless you apologize, Margot!” Harry roared, trying to intimidate his once timid wife.

She must be a witch. "Good job. Now let's move onto a bit harder stuff." Marge pulled out a full-length steel sword.

But that isn't important right now, there is no use of weeping over spilled frog leg soup. "Ewww" "Nana" "How gross." We all chimed in. Nana just giggled at our overreaction. "Come, come now girls, this is a serious conversation. Is there any confusion that I can clear up for any of you or questions I can answer?" "Be here on time so we can be gifted with kick-ass keys that open up a portal but strip us of our powers so we are unable to kill one another while we are all crammed into a magical cottage that keeps us hidden from our enemies," Margot replied sarcastically as she rolls her eyes, shook her head, and waved her hands around in the air.