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She didn't want to enjoy his company that much. Pretty pimpled boy? He scoffed. Of all cliché names she could find, but then he was fighting a smile every two minutes, he felt, relaxed. They had a name already, it was an annoying one but he didn't mind. He whistled his way into the kitchen singing aloud "Beautiful by one direction" and took out his lunch from the fridge. He almost jumped out of his skin when Brooke shouted "Harry Potter" out of nowhere "What the hell Brooklyn!!!, I almost had a heart attack" he held a hand to his heart, fake gasping for breath

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 frowned, guess I wasn’t one of the ones who could read it… "No luck?" Chris asked. "No." I handed it to Raihana, who flipped it open. "So, are we looking for a disguising spell to sneak us in, a tracing spell, or…?" She looked at me and I sat forward, furrowing my brows. "I'm not taking you in there… So something that can disguise me, so I can sneak in. Like a cloaking spell or something." "Giving me some serious Harry Potter vibes." Chris smirked "And that makes you guys the ugly werewolves." Raihana remarked.

Her friend told her that she knew about the invisible cloak from a famous book called 'Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a famous book and movie back on Earth in the 21st century. She doesn't know how her friend find about a book that came from the 21st century, however, she got interested by the cloak. If she bought this, she would show it to her friend if they meet someday. “You got interested in it, Soheila?” Hector asked when he saw that Soheila stood up. Soheila looks at him and said, “Yes, I'm super duper interested in that item.” She smiled brightly after saying that.

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

I raised one brow at her. She made a snotty face at me. "Yes. Please continue." She waved me on. I nodded. "Okay, one day in Spells and Potions, some jackhole was messing with me. The counterspell I threw hit one of his deflection spells and slammed back into me." I could remember that day as if it were preserved on digital.

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.

But since Harry hadn't paid him, he may not agree. Harry bumped his fist on the table. He was close to getting it, but it was working, and it annoyed him. He had to think fast and smart. Then it clicked. He had seen a weird-ass poster on F******k about a certain spy agency, but he scrolled past it because he didn't think he was going to need it. Now he needed it more than ever.

Just spit it out, Harry," Brooklyn said. "Do you believe in supernatural creatures?" Harry asked. "Supernatural creatures?" Brooklyn said and giggled slightly. "Really?" "Brooklyn, I'm being serious," Harry snapped. "They're not real," Brooklyn said. "What if they were." "They're not." "But what if." "But they're not." "Babe, they are." "Harry-" "Shut up," Harry said and sighed. "Werewolves," he said. "Werewolves are real." "You said you didn't want me to freak out, I think you're the one going a bit crazy," Brooklyn said. "This is ridiculous, Harry. Just take me back to school.

Milo and Jax are silent for a long time after I finish talking. Rhea is too, but somehow in a completely different way. While she sits there with her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs with the guilt of knowledge, the other two gape at me openly, as if trying to decide whether or not I am playing some sort of sick, practical joke on them. The longer they look at me, the more I feel like I am shrinking, and the more I want to melt into the cracks of the couch cushions beneath me. In my mind briefly flickers the image of Horace Slughorn from the sixth Harry Potter, and in that moment, I too wish I can transform into a piece of furniture to flee from my accountabilities, nondescript and gui