Harry Potter Mrs Granger Novels & Stories

She muttered inwardly as they continued to the door. "You two should stay here while I go talk some sense into your headmaster's head." Emily glared at Diego to know if he did notice their mother's anger. "Don't worry about her, she knows how to handle stuff like this." He assured her. Emma opened the door and walked in. "Good morning, Mr…" she looked at the name on the desk. "Smith. My name is Mrs Malfoy." "Oh, you are the parent of Drago Malfoy?" He asked.

Damn you, nature. Placing the hand against her lower belly, she opens the door of her dorm. "Gracie Rose, do you know this weird lady with raven hair and little mustache above her lips or shall I finally hand her to the cops for having better mustaches than my husband?" Asks Mrs. Boltz, the typical arrogant warden with thick round glasses and a pissed off face. A girl stood beside her, smiling awkwardly with pure raven hair that almost hid her forehead and she was dressed up like a tomboy. Checking out the strange girl from head to toe, Gracie narrowed her eyes as she returned back to her facial features. Irrelevantly, she appeared almost like a boy. If only we could remove those long hair w

Shannon parked the moped in the furthest corner, away from the main entrance where the Range Rovers and Escalades were beginning to drop off the elite. I hopped off, my legs trembling slightly. It felt like I had just stepped off a marathon roller coaster without a harness. I pulled the helmet off. "Good grief..." I muttered, running a hand through my hair. It was flat, oily, and a complete disaster. My bangs, usually perfectly arched, were stuck to my forehead like wet stickers. "Good morning, Ms. Parker. Ms. Desmond." The voice made me snap my head around. Mrs. Higgins, a senior teacher known for her razor-sharp tongue and obsession with hierarchy, was stepping out of her modest sedan. Her

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

,Harry replied. " I met someone at the bar before coming here". " Who is that?". "Senator Grace. The multi billionaire woman in the country". " Wow!! Okay . She came to the bar? " Yes she came to see me". " See you! How is that possible? Have you met her before?" Harry asked. " No I haven't. but she asked me about you". " About me ? But I haven't met her before!" " She claimed to be your mother Harry".

Hermione tuned them out, or tried to, until a woman’s voice called out her name. “Hermione!” The voice cut through the ambient chatter like a blade, stopping Hermione mid-step. She didn’t need to turn around to identify it. She’d know that shrill and performative tone anywhere. She closed her eyes briefly, composed her features, and turned around. Sarah Granger hurried toward her, red curly hair bouncing. Her purple sequined dress caught the chandelier light like a disco ball. In her hand dangled a white mask, one of the handheld ones, useless for concealing anything, favored by people who wanted people to know who exactly they were.

“But she wronged you. She's one of the people who caused you hardship two years ago. Send her away. She will rub you off on her evil.” “You go away,” Mrs Bennett fired. “She's my daughter as much as she's yours. You can't ask her to send me away. If you can't stay here then leave.” Mr Gray fumed, his chest rising and falling heavily in anger. “Look how she speaks? What sort of woman is this?”

Brandon says but I still won't budge. Eventually, I do and I watch someone named Harry and Ron riding a flying car and getting tangled up in a giant moving tree. Then there is this lady that's apparently the vice-principal and the head for a house called Griffindoor or something like that, what's her name Mrs McDonald's? I like her. Now and then we both laugh and I enjoy it when his chest rises and falls against my head. This is nice.

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?"

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.