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I growl lowly. Hermione unsuccessfully comforts her. Woah!. Hermione ain't no mere werewolf. She survives mom's screams within her room?. I won't survive such situation. I'll pass out. Well, it's high time I shut the screams. "Leave us!" I order Hermonie powerfully. Her expression squeezes. She stare wierdly at me. She roll her eyes then reluctantly exit with a powerful door slam. I chuckle unborthered. Is she mad?.

I whispered to her. "Why would the house keeper clean the area immediately? She's hiding something," she trailed off. At least she had a point, but their caretaker was too old and it would be impossible for her to hurt someone. But who knows? Arya suddenly approached Jaika which surprised us all. Even Mrs. Roque was also alerted. "Jaika! Are you cosplaying?" she chortled. "Yes. How did you find out?" She pointed at the picture on the top of the shelf where Jaika was smiling as Hermione Granger of the Harry Potter series.

The weight of disappointment settled on my shoulders, all the excitement and anxiety that had built up just came crashing down. “But if you must know…..” she said and I immediately turned my attention to her. “There was a Hermione gate.” Hermione Gates? Wait, Hermione was here too? “Sorry, can I like get maybe a picture or something?” I chuckled confusedly, She turned the computer slightly for me to catch a glimpse of “Hermione Gate” face. I gasped and my hands subconsciously covered my mouth. “Hermione?” I whispered, I could see the confusion on the nurse’s face.

Ryker I watched her stumble to sit, such a clumsy girl. She didn't look at me, instead pulling out her phone to send some type of message. Probably to that punk Adam. I had no right to get upset, yet I could feel anger rising to the surface. "If you would like my mentorship, I would suggest we not be rude," I said sharply sitting at my desk. Her eyes darted up at me and I watched as her breathing increased. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was petite, young, and angelfaced. She had soft features. Plump pouty lips, and big emerald green eyes. Her hair fell around her shoulder like a blonde-colored blanket. I began to imagine wrapping my hands around it to pull her into me and stopped mys

Shaking his head furiously" No she wouldn't, she a witch so she knows what she is talking about" The three of us look at each other and realize that he might be talking about the woman we all are looking for: " She sent you here"? I asked him. "You're ruining her plans so she's coming for you" he says with a big creepy grin on his face. Before I say anything Joi my assistant say to me " Alpha Ms. Hermione is looking for you" she says through the mindlink.

she stammered. "It's no need to try to lie or deny it, he already told us himself." I watched as all the color drained from her face and I wondered what all the fuss was about. Everyone was definitely bound to find their mate so why would anyone thinks we would try to stop such a union by the goddess herself. "He did?" Hermione's blue eyes were dilated and she looked very scared. "Here have a glass of milk, you look pale." I rose from my chair and poured out a glass of milk for her from the carton I retrieved from the freezer.

The line went dead. Teacher Grumpy was on the other end—that was what everyone at our workplace called her. She had a large, round head crowned with curly black hair, gray strands beginning to show at the ends. Her eyes gave the perpetual impression that she was neither fully awake nor completely asleep. A plump, reddish nose sat above her thin, pale lips. She favored red clothing, which only served to intensify her already forceful personality. She rarely smiled as if joy had been completely drained from her. According to rumors, she spent so much time in the company of a Dementor that she had taken on its characteristics.

"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?"

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.