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Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

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:

I stopped. I approached it slowly, as if something was pulling me toward it without permission. It was a picture of Professor Lucas… and beside him was a woman. She wasn’t just a beautiful woman she had a striking beauty. Her long orange hair flowed down like soft waves, and her blue eyes shone with a strange calmness. But what caught my attention the most… was that mark on her left hand, a symbol resembling the Roman numeral “II”.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu

It was like every day that past, the darkness grew even more, Axle had been locked away in his room and all windows and doors changed to silver so he couldn't escape until we found a way to reverse his condition. "Luna, please confirm the guest lists." Hermoine sashayed around my desk swaying her hips excited. She never changed but I grew to learn to love her that way. "I'll do the confirming for you," I heard a familiar voice reply from the entrance. "Alexia!" I was so excited to see her o jumped from my seat but Hermoine was quick to hold me back. "Luna, you should not react that way in your condition," she reminded me of the protruding bump I had in front of me.

she screams, this time I laugh. “Do you know why my eyes went white? No, I doubt it. Unless it benefits you. Well let me fill you in” I smile at her and pull down my collar showing off my new mate’s mark “The raven is a sign of our witch heritage, the moon is for Angelo’s Goddess and the crown, well that is because I am favoured by the Goddess Hecate” Her eyes go wide.

{HERMIONE} Just a step forward and I hear a weird uproar from the crowd. It doesn’t sound like a happy cheer. It sounds like they just saw something terrifying, but everybody is weirdly staring right at me and I don’t understand. My stomach starts burning hot. What exactly is wrong? “Hermione!” Zara’s tiny hiss comes from beside me and I turn to look at her. But before my gaze can land on Zara, it lands on someone else.

Hermione tuned them out, or tried to, until a woman’s voice called out her name. “Hermione!” The voice cut through the ambient chatter like a blade, stopping Hermione mid-step. She didn’t need to turn around to identify it. She’d know that shrill and performative tone anywhere. She closed her eyes briefly, composed her features, and turned around. Sarah Granger hurried toward her, red curly hair bouncing. Her purple sequined dress caught the chandelier light like a disco ball. In her hand dangled a white mask, one of the handheld ones, useless for concealing anything, favored by people who wanted people to know who exactly they were.

Both Damon and david drove at the university where the girl, Eva will be found. They had good luck that they didn't had to go inside the university to search the woman, instead they found her at the gate eating an ice cream with her friends. "Sir, there she is, Eva Green", David said and the driver immediately stopped the car. Damon looked outside and noticed the girl. She was wearing the school uniform, a black skirt and white shirt smiling. Her hairs were tied up and she wore huge glasses. She looked ordinary with a childish face laughing eating an icecream.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"