Harry Potter Oreos Novels & Stories

And no, I wouldn't get the chance to know that because there is no way in hell I am wearing any of these things she bought. I am so disappointed in mom. I thought she had taste... "Thanks mom," I force a smile. "Camilla, I don't know much about you and I hope with time we will get to know each other. But I heard you are obsessed with Oreos..." Drew has been hiding a box of oreos behind his back. "So I got you these." I snatch them from his hand in delight and quickly bite into the creamy sided one. Oreos are life! "Why do I feel that oreos make you happy than my trendy outfit?" mom asks.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

"Amm brother, I made this dinner. For you. You really don't wanna try? Or even look?" Her words stunned Harry instantly. His spin got straight. Crossing his legs while facing her, he hurriedly took the plate from the bedside table. Taking a look at the omelet, he saw a little brown omelet with little too much brown bread, which he can tell by the look that it's overcooked. However, not for once, he had the thought of burnt food or the thought of having omelet and bread as his dinner. All he saw was big Sorry written on it with tomato ketchup.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

Grainne was about to refuse when Harry scrambled to reply first: "Very good! Mommy, Uncle William, I'm starving!" As he said that, he rubbed his small belly. As if wanting to prove that what he said was true, his small stomach immediately made a few rumbling sounds. The boy had been working all afternoon, now he was really hungry. Grainne didn't refuse anymore, and led Harry into Liam William's car, "What are we going to eat?" Harry excitedly said: "Mom, I want to eat spicy hot pot!" Grainne immediately protested: “No, didn't I say it last time? Spicy hot pot can only be eaten once a month.” "But Harry wants to eat..." Harry said, lowering his head sullenly. Liam William pulled out his phone

There was a revolving chair nearby with a plastic bag on it. I walked towards it, using my handkerchief to lightly open it. Inside was a packet of Doritos and Oreos with a can of coke. "Looks like he planned to have a movie night." I muttered, looking deeper to see if the bed had any receipt of the food he bought but there was no paper inside.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.