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Three for Harry Potter, one for Darlings of the Forest. “Kinda got to go with Mia. D.o.F. for me.” Alice places her vote, getting a cheer from Mia. Lia sticks her tongue out at her as the movie vote comes to a three to two. “I want Harry Potter. We have seven movies we can watch with this series.” Sky chuckles out, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it over us. Alec and Max throw in their own votes to Harry Potter. Even with Adam and Kian voting with Alice and Mia, the vote was in our favor and Mia reluctantly put on Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone.

His eyes reminded me of a puppy. I smiled. "Yeah, for like, two hours." "Then how many hours does a guy need to get your number?" He was still looking at me, the moonlight shone on his face, making it harder for me to tell him that he'd never get my number. "Mey, what does it take for a guy to get your number?" "You tell me the three unforgivable spells in Harry Potter." He fished out his cell phone, probably going to Google it up, so I quickly added, "by reading the book, without searching the Internet, and I'd give you my number."

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synced. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied , still looking her up suspiciously.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

Arthur was a monster, and he loved no one. “Not 98, not 99,” Harry says, wicked glee etched in his features. “You’re going to pick up every one of those, all 100. Make sure you count.” There’s no ‘or else’ as if the ultimatum is too horrible to say aloud. Ariadne wants to stand her ground, but the wolf inside knows she’s lost the fight. The Omega shrinks away, tensing and waiting for the pain. But it doesn’t come. Instead, Harry promptly leaves without a word.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Everyone froze, waiting for whatever came next. “Now,” the Game Master continued, “it’s time to reveal the results of the previous round.” A low mechanical hum filled the air as the massive digital board blinked to life at the front of the hall. The red numbers — 0336 — stared down at us. My stomach knotted. And then, slowly, the numbers began to drop. 0336 0300 0278 0255 The sound of the mechanical beeping was like a death toll. I could feel my pulse hammering in my neck, my palms going clammy again.

Hm… might have to have a good long think on that one. Lena closed the book after finishing up the entry and put it back into its place in her desk drawer. She tugged the band out of her shoulder length brown hair, running her fingers through it. The young woman then moved over to her bed where on the nightstand, was a very worn copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. She got comfortable on her bed, picked up the book and started to read. She got through about 10 pages before there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" Lena called. She glanced at the door when it opened and fellow sorority sister, Casey Grant, walked in.

She quickly grabs a piece of paper and writes them down. “1649.” I pause as the log is filled with three numbers over and over again. “I keep seeing another three numbers called almost every hour. If my hunch is right, one of these three is most likely the number to the one paying them for the attacks and to steal the recipe. 0189. 7461. 9912.” Bry gasps and tenses. Her hand freezes in mid-air. She slowly turns her head towards me and her voice cracks as she asks, “Are you sure about the last one?”

She looked at her palm, the black mark was starting to spread up her wrist, from the corner of her eye, she caught Marcelino watching her so she quickly pulled her sleeves down to cover up the mark. “Damnit! Surely we can pull something off!” she rallied. Hans stood up and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Look, I know you’re all worried. And rightly so. But there’s 7 of us here, and 7 is a lucky number. We can do this, I have a plan.” Seven. The number echoed in Suzanne’s mind again. How odd…perhaps the number seven wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Hans walked over to one of the bookshelves and motioned for them all to follow, and as they got up, Hans withdrew a dark blue book causi