Hermione Granger First Wand Novels & Stories

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba

she handed it to me. I accepted it. “What is this?” I asked, confused. Trying to think of something. I did not recognize it. “It’s not yet my birthday,” I whispered. “Open it,” she ordered. I opened it. Inside the box was a white wooden wand, three emerald jewels embroidered on its side. “What! Y-you're giving me a wand? But I do not know how to use any spells,” I said.

Maayan hissed on seeing his wand in my mate's hand. How could they pick fight even with these small things? "What? I'm just seeing it. How does it work?" He asked curiously to my surprise as I expected him to give a mock reply. "People born with magical abilities can use magical wands. That's a special wand. It won't work for anyone other than me. Give it back before you hurt yourself. I have not concerned about you but if you get pain, it will affect her which I don't want to happen."

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

Kitty nodded, "I didn't have many to turn to for that at that time. And I hit the bull's eye." "Don‘t tell me she is the one who made the wand." Erebus rose his eyebrows. "How did you know?!" Kitty exclaimed with a laugh, "She actually was! She was a good friend of my mom, and not only did she helped mom making the wand, she also explained the legend to me." Erebus waited for her story. "Turns out, the Three Hallows are NOT the three most powerful magic item in the world." Smiled Kitty mysteriously, looking at Erebus with glittering eyes.

Perhaps Queen Haelyn cast a spell on me yesterday to change my mind… It won't take long before I would eventually love this place and abolish my plans…no, I can't let that happen. And that wand, this is my first time to see it up close like this, I only thought this only happens in the movies. “Can I touch it?” She shook her head, “I would like to, but every wand would electrify anyone who touches it except its owner.” Ah, I see. That’s pretty understandable must be because of my harry potter dreams and the fantasy movies I watched last time in the human world….. So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if

She yell then head for the exit door. She twist the door knob but turn. "I'll rescue you from this mess little one" she smile cheerfully. All rage gone. Such mood swings she's got. Angry a minute, cheerful the other. It's pretty wierd. But anyways, I've finally gotten a friend. One who attains extra miles for my safety. Hermione since age twelve is my first friend and I'll certainly cherish her. **** Rowan's POV. I return to the location I abandoned the guards and brother Ron's rescurer.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

The dark skin girl’s face darkened even more, but only for a moment, as Professor Smart placed a beautiful wand in her right hand. “You can keep it until you manage to make one as good. Just don't start crying because I saw thousands of girls crying and I’m fed up with it.” The girl started to smile, but not because the professor asked, but because she got a wonderful wand: reddish because of the cherry wood it was made of, with green aura surrounding both the wand and the girl's hand, from the jade stone which was on top. Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation: