Hermione Granger Jumper นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jane didn't wear heels and a tie like Caroline, but she had tied her hair up neatly and she had to admit that she looked pretty nice in her blazer and blouse. She went down to the van. Caroline was already there. She looked like Hermione Granger in the sixth or seventh movies. At school, Jane's dad helped them carry their displays into the gym. "Good luck, my big girls," he said gruffly and then hurried off to his first roofing job of the morning.

Monday came faster than expected and all students were dressed smartly in their school uniform which was a combination of light blue short sleeved shirt and grey slacks for the guys and a grey flared skirt which was just above the knee for the senior girl and pinafore for the junior girls. Jewel wore her uniform and complimented it with black high tops sneakers, her white socks showing. Her tie was loose around her neck and her hair was packed in a donut bun. She was just stuffing her back pack with books when Henrietta walked in.

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”

Alexa p.o.v "Belle, ya hot this morning!" Joyce said when she sees me coming out of Xander's car. I just arrived at school and I'm near the parking lot, I met Joyce on my way. "Chica, did Xander let you leave his mansion in this outfit?" Miss Damien asked. I laugh and shake my head, he has left to the packhouse before I got dressed for school...else he wouldn't have let me leave. I'm dressed in a very short black skirt that's only a few inches below my butts.. a ripped off white crop top and a see through jacket.

All to keep low. Pulling a gown over my shoulders, I wander around my room and throughout all the space given to me. My slippers scuff against the floor, as I run without guards around, looking for Hermione. I don't just rely on her, I care about her. She is my best friend, almost like a daughter to me. Did Moon do something to her? Is she being held captive- I catch sight of her. She's walking toward my quarters, head down, looking at her feet.

Total jerks. Harry turned back to look at Jazzy and nodded his head, giving the code for the girl to enter. Jasmine confirmed her dress, she tried to pull down the mini dress, to make it look longer. She also pulled Sabrina's arm to cover her top. Jasmine cursed her decision to borrow this dress.

I just hope she has enough emotional maturity to take it in a good way, understand me and… forgive me for not being frank with her from the beginning. I take my eyes off the ground, noticing that someone is standing in front of me. I fix my eyes on Harper, who lies at the foot of the stairs, wearing black jeans, torn at the level of her left knee, a black tank top with a funny printed phrase: “I am not small. I am Hobbit size.” She wears her hair in a high ponytail and... I frown when I notice that her eyes are full of tears, and her mascara is running.

Kita left the room to wash up, feeling emotionally and physically refreshed. She changed into a soft, snug-fitting, crush-velvel material one-piece spandex jumper. The left side was gold, and the right was black drawstring string at the waist. Kita brushed her hair, wrapped a gold and black headband band around it, and kept it off her face. The jumper was so cute, and Kita liked how it showed off her shapely body so perfectly.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th