Harry Potter Profiles Romane & Geschichten

He narrowed his eyes rudely without inviting them in. “I am Caster Slegh.” Caster introduced pleasantly even though he wasn’t expecting an older gentleman to open the door. He was expecting to see a distraught Mira; He had his most charming smile to warm her troubled heart. “Why would I care who the hell you are?” Harry was known not just for his humor and wit… back in the day, he was also known for his vicious tongue and swift sword. It was Matthew’s modesty when he told Mira that he and Harry didn’t have any skills; Even a rock that stays near a perfumed flower for too long would have a fragrance. How could they be sworn brothers with Jerome and not have his skills.

Harry chimed in, “That’s not sharing. You’re a whole kidnapper, Alex” I couldn’t help but laugh. Larry and Harry’s energy and upbeat presence made me forget my sour mood from earlier. I wondered if all the members of the wrestling team were always this friendly and lively. “Where was I?” Harry asked and turned his attention to me, “My name is Harry Davenport” We shook hands and he smiled at me. He was very handsome in a childlike kind of way. He was definitely in his twenties but he looked nineteen. “Nice to meet you, Harry”

“You know I was acquainted with Professor Harrow. As for Louis… I only met him once. At the university, in Dr. Harrow’s office, to be precise.” “The boy started acting strangely, even following me. It made Ian quite wary, actually.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. His composure was unshakable. "The question isn't if I knew them, but what our association entailed." "Then enlighten us," the officer beside Callista grunted, leaning in. "What did it entail?" “Professor Harrow was a leading expert in the psychological profiling of narcissistic personality disorders as depicted in modern art,” Zhedya explained, his tone shifting to that of a lecturer.

Connor appeared at the cafe's entrance wearing a sharp suit. His distinguished air and tall stature were eye-catching, and many people in the cafe sneaked a look at him, unable to hide their admiration. A handsome man in his early 30s stood beside Connor, his presence equally captivating. Phoebe recognized him as Harry Dupont, a professor in Alden College's computer science faculty. When browsing the tech forum, she had learned that he was researching the stability of AI data-driven systems.

harry broke the silence. harry: " why did you lie about your name???" me: " huh that.. hmm actually my dad doesn't want me to say my name in outside.. he... he wants to keep my profile low.. " harry: " reason?? " me: " ahh I too don't know.. I never asked him.. " harry: " why?? "

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

Then it hit me that I could just message him on I***a and opted for it, asking my subconscious to remind me to pay Ruby a visit later. How could one person experience a hundred percent of frustrations In one day? I thought about chewing on my pinky finger. I typed in James on the search bar and grinned widely when the search results popped out. Being popular and influential had its benefits, I thought. His name was the first on the search results very simple name, which was, James of Gryffindor. I grinned at his choice of username. Arching my brows at the realization that he was a verified I* user, I sighed.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

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.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.