Hermione Granger Costume Adults Mga Nobela at Kwento

Well, they are used to this lifestyle and people around here since she was the only who isn’t a member of the pack between them. A server pressed a mixed drink into Meagan’s hand and she sipped it while her eyes was still surveying the creativity of costumes in the room. The atmosphere spells - Halloween under the deem lighting and colored lights flickered around the room. Every individual blended into a chit-chat and laughters in groups but Meagan seemed to be the only one standing without partner. Her present job was telling the type of costume on each person, she could recognize them all. Starting from Harlequin, joker, Dracula, fairy godmother, Bartholomew the scientist, Dragon King Dari

A tall slim and pale green hair girl wearing one of a kind master piece black tight dress showing her curvy , she had on long black hand gloves, her lips were painted in black and her green eyes shone brightly and her now curly green hair was redo in a complicated ponytail with was supported with a rare black diamond hair pin. She was all in black and black, a costume which were only worn by widows or witch's in the kingdom but right now in the eyes of all the people present in the party... She was indeed a fallen Demi God who came to steal the limelight of the birthday boy or even the heart of the men present. Despite she had a black mask on , it didn't damage her elegance but gave ass vibe

"Lily? Why aren't you wearing your costume?" "Oh, this, I'm just wearing a Jasmine costume from Aladdin. The other one is for later." The other one, as in the sexy adult Little Red Riding Hood, is for tonight for someone to see. A certain someone who has Lily railed up in her mind. But seeing Lily in a Jasmine two-piece costume, her hair in a braid and gold teardrop earrings and necklace, she's like a real-life Disney Princess. "Lily, I think you look amazing," I confessed. "You look like Jasmine."

----- Warning: adult content in this chapter ----- Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 1:25 AM Joan came out of her memories as the group arrived at the fourth floor. Making her decision, Joan fastened her steps and made a move to hug Erik from behind. Knowing that the hug would not be comfortable because of all the armor that she was wearing, a white glow covered her body and Joan's armor disappeared in motes of light to be substituted by a white dress. Now free of all the armor, Joan managed to hug Erik and hide her face on his back. Erik just relaxed and 'tanked' the impact of Joan's body on his back. He knew that this knight-wife of his rarely made d

She had a tiny purple witch hat pinned to her head and was clutching a metal cup with the words I Don't Give A HuffleFuck emblazoned on the side. "Wow, Dix." He swallowed, his mouth far too dry. This was not his cousin's best friend. Least not a version he was familiar with. Hot damn. "Wow yourself." Dixie giggled. "Is there a costume thing going on?" And was that a magic wand tucked between her breasts? Eyes up. "Something like that." She turned and squinted at the bars on her left. "You look a little lost." "I think I am." Her shoulders fell. "Shots were a bad idea."

she said, gesturing at me to follow her. Harriet was an old witch, although I had never asked how old she was. She had long grey hair that she always tied up in a cute granny's bun, and mesmerizing green eyes surrounded by tiny wrinkles, which only added warmth to her expression. Whenever I saw her, she kept wearing long black or dark-brown gowns, and I teased her that I would once buy her a pointy hat to complete her look, resembling a fairytale witch.

The bittersweet air of my departure lingered, leaving a void where parting words should have been spoken. Teresa stood before me, her eyes filled with curiosity as she directed her question about my attire. She was already donning a festive elf costume, serving as a stark reminder of the occasion we were celebrating. Across the room, Theo, Morgan, and Harry emerged from the changing room, fully adorned in their respective outfits, adding to the jolly atmosphere that filled the space.

She was chatting with May June, who was dressed as Snow White, but with blood-red lips and nails, and dark circles under her eyes. As they talked, Goodman made his way over to them, dressed as an evil version of the Mad Hatter. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and his costume was covered in stains and rips. "Ladies". He greeted. " Now where's my friend don't tell me he ran away before the party even started. He chuckled at himself. " He hasn't run away yet. " May chuckled back. " He's just having some problems with his costume. He's actually with his designer right now fixing it. "

Jennifer wore a cute pink frilly dress and had her hair in a ponytail. Veronica appeared in a tight silver dress with a daring long slit running along the side. It accentuated her figure and, to my surprise, showed more cleavage than I would have expected. Her makeup was bold and attention-grabbing, and she accessorized with large earrings, a massive silver necklace, and silver stilettos that added an extra touch of glamour. As I approached them, I couldn't help but feel concerned. Her outfit seemed far too revealing and mature for a 16-year-old. Despite my reservations about her choice of attire, I decided to greet them warmly, setting aside my initial judgment.

"You're telling me you let him choose a designer for you? Pick out a gown for you? And you didn't have the weakest nerve to tell him you hate too bold flowers in your dress?” “Oh God! Zara, just stop talking please!” “I've spent the last few days racking my brains with bugs. Can I get a moment of silence without these rambling in my ears?” “You're gonna walk around tomorrow looking like Cinderella? Come on, Hermione. When did you become this person?" she groans out, her head dropping with defeat. "Babe, please just… just fucking calm down, okay? I just don't want them to hear us." I pick up a wine glass from the table and tip it to my lips.