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Without thinking, I licked my lips. “Erm h-here is t-t-the package— sorry I mean file” I stuttered, suddenly unable to concentrate. Xavier looked up and traced the direction of my eye to his chest, he looked down and upon seeing the reason for my discomfort, he looked directly at me and smirked. “You could perfectly draw me naked at this point because your eyes have stripped me bare” He said mockingly, smirking in amusement. I instantly flush, my cheeks reddening and hot in embarrassment.

I nodded, already knowing that Xaden, Harley, Zach, and Damien all have magic. I drowned out the bantering of the girls as I continued to study my schedule. I had a nervous knot in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t help but worry that I was somehow going to screw up. I got so lost in thought, that I hadn’t even realized the talking had stopped. I soon realized why they had gotten quiet, and I looked up to see Xaden walking toward me with a fond smile on his lips. My heart pounded quickly against my chest to a point where I thought it was going to escape through my flesh.

Xavier had used pieces of Oliver's jacket to create his own Halloween costume. "Xavier!!!" I heard him laugh and that was it. I stormed out of the room in search of him. I knew quite well that boys were usually full of mischief. But, you see, after that day, it worsened. Still, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. And maybe, the prophecy was wrong. So, I thought. ... I stared at my parent's grave stones with a smile on my face. I pressed a kiss to the tips of my fingers and grazed the surface of the stones. My gaze rested on the bright blue sky and I took a deep breath.

But came under the treaty of joining alliance. "Look, I don't want to share another unnecessary conversation with you, alright? I just wanted to have a good time with your fiancée but seemed like you have already killed the mood, I will be leaving, tell mother I said, she should fuck herself because I still wouldn't give a fuck about her now. She can stop sending me invites to crap events like this, I would never come." "I'm not an owl," Xandee steamed. "Nerdy ass fucker, still making harry potter references," Philips shaked his head, turning to give Rachel a taunting look licking his lips before he took his beady eyes off her and disappeared into the crowd of dancing couples.

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I screamed, slamming my shoulder against the glass. He didn't hear me. He just reached up, his fingers trembling as he touched the rubies in the wolf’s eyes. "He knows," Xander whispered, appearing beside me in the hallway. "Deep down, in the parts of him I haven't been able to rewrite yet, he knows he’s a ghost. But he doesn't have the magic to fight me. He doesn't even know he is magic." He slammed the book shut. The glass shattered. The hallway vanished.

I replied to him in the same cold tone, mentioning a real incident that happened three years ago. “Damn. Naomi almost served our heads to Alpha Xander on a silver platter.” He muttered angrily, and I just smirked bitterly. “Maybe a little shock is not harmful to his heart, right?” Honey asked me in a whisper, mischief dripping in her tone, her tail waggling excitedly. “What do you want to do?” I asked her curiously but became alert immediately. “Tell him about Xander’s capability of sensing magical potions.” She asked mischievously.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

He looks emotionless yet his eyes never failed to show the murderous emotion. He hates her. Too much that he doesn't even consider talking about her. And I don't blame him. Rose is responsible for this. Xander came back and looked coldly at Harry who rolled his eyes. "Well, I will come back tomorrow then. Till then goodbye sis. Goodbye Mr. Storm." Xander nodded looking at Harry's hand that he extended for a handshake. My eyes widened in surprise when Xander grabbed his hand and pulled him in a bear hug. Harry looked startled too.

She said, "You and I are nothing more than strangers. I have no interest in understanding you. I've said all this because Emma is my friend. I just wanted to remind you that your way of liking someone is wrong." "My way of liking someone is wrong? So, is the way Xander likes someone correct?" Just as Ron was about to expose the real relationship between Xander and Abigail, the bodyguard pushed the door open and said, "M-Mr. Hagrid, Mr. Zane is here." Before the bodyguard could finish, the tall and imposing figure of Xander had already appeared at the door. His hair was not groomed meticulously as usual. It was a little messy with travel-stains.