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Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

"No, Paul. There's nothing going on between me and any athlete." God, it even sounds like a lie. "Not that I'd have anything against it," Paul says with a sigh of relief that I can hear through the speaker. "But have you seen the pictures published by Sports Channel One?" My other hand clenches around the tablet I'm holding, and I look down at the screen showing a crystal-clear photo of me, Jaxon, and Harry at the aquarium. Harry is perched on Jaxon's broad shoulders, his face lit up with more joy than I've seen since his last birthday. That's saying something, considering Harry gets excited about everything from ice cream to finding a cool rock.

agreed Harry. Sophia turned around, hoping none of her friends would notice her staring. She noticed that Harry was now walking next to her, and was thankful that he hadn't asked her to turn around again. She glanced at him briefly, studying him carefully. His light brown hair, which was cut short, fell over his right eye and was getting greasy. His features were very strong and angular, with thick dark brows, a strong nose and thin lips.

I called out to him. Harry focused the screen of my phone towards me and I gasped as I covered my mouth with both of my hands when I was surprisingly shown an unfinished sketch. It was an outline sketch of half of Harry’s face and his long curly hair but with no eyes, eyebrows, nose or mouth. I grabbed my phone from his hand and zoomed in on the date as it says Unfinished: April 14, 2011 and there was a little note below the date as it reads… ‘Dreamed about this guy last night but I was not able to see his face clearly.’

She pointed at the picture on the top of the shelf where Jaika was smiling as Hermione Granger of the Harry Potter series. "Can you teach me how to do the makeup?" "Sure, I'm willing to help." "What are the other things you do in life?" Dave suddenly asked, taking the opportunity of what Arya had started. "Wait a minute, what is this? Getting to know each other? I thought these Detectives were experts. Why do they seem to be just playing games with us?" Edward the Grumpy interjected in the conversation again. "It might help us in the case. Please just answer it," Chris calmly explained.

Without waiting for Hector to finish speaking, Harry cut him off, saying, "Hector, talk later. Hurry up and take a picture of me and Giselle!" Before Hector knew it, he was holding a phone. He looked at Harry and followed his request. He casually took a picture. One look at the picture, and Harry immediately frowned. He complained, "Hector, couldn't you at least try? You made me look hideous. Take it again." They retook the picture several times, but Harry was still dissatisfied. Hector laughed in disbelief. "Harry, has it occurred to you that maybe it's because you're ugly?"

Harry said. Romeo mulled over his words and nodded. "Okay, a picture of the person? And the name?" He asked. "Just a minute," Harry responded. He had no picture of Robert, but he could g****e him and his pictures would pop up.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

I blink at him, is he a Harry Potter fan too? “Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Are you a fan?” I ask squinting my eyes at him. He chuckles “I am but don’t tell my father or Jax, I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Your secrets safe with me. Let me guess Hufflepuff and Gryffindor?” I say looking at his facial features. Strong cheek bones, sharp jaw line, ocean blue eyes, some faint freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, eyebrow piercing and black hair with a fade around the edges, wavy curls on top. He really is very handsome.