Hermione Granger Leviosa Novels & Stories

I asked her, folding my arms across my chest like I could care less of Rachel who was stupefied at the turn of events, at her being bathed in orange juice. I noticed then that Sinclair had come to stand beside me. I hissed mentally. I would have asked him to get out for not doing anything about this occurrence, which seemed regular despite his headboy-ship, but for the fact that I was powerless if Rachel should try to use magic on me. “My name is Levina.” I was the one to gape then. The principal’s daughter! “Is your father aware of this?” I asked, not believing my eyes. I looked around the cafeteria in disgust.

Gina said to Levi, "with all your pop culture references." Levi shrugged. "I've been around a long time. I've watched a lot of movies. What else was I supposed to do after seeing the world." "He's a big Harry Potter fan," Joshua said. "I am not!" Levi gritted out. "He has a wand and Hogwarts robe under his bed," Joshua added and Gina and Alex took off running towards his room. "I have to see this," Gina yelled. "Hey stay out of my room!" Levi shouted after them and I smiled watching them bicker as they fought to reach the room.

I decided to follow the sound hoping for the best. I got to the kitchen, suddenly heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She stood by the sink, slowly stirring a mix of flour and cocoa in a bowl. Her white Apron had a few stains but she looked relaxed and engrossed in her work. She hadn't noticed me in the tensive room full of maids who were tensive at my presence. The woman close to the entrance shakily went down on her knees and they all stopped what they were doing, drawing Lena's attention to me. She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron.

a woman’s voice called out to me. “Yes. Who are you?” I asked. “I am Levana, the divination witch to King Soren,” she answered me. I walked up to her to get a better look at her with everyone right beside me. The room was filled with a calmness that put me at ease in an unsettling way, since we were in the house of the enemy. As I stepped up to the table, I saw that she had white hair though she looked to be close to my age. Her eyes were completely white like her hair, but she was beautiful.

“That was the plan. Clean. Quiet. But you lived.” He spat blood onto the floor. “And because you lived,” he went on, “she lived instead. The traitor among you.” My stomach twisted. “Who?” I demanded. He smiled—slow, cruel, satisfied. “Do you even know her real name?” he asked. “Joanna Weasley. Nice, clean alias. But Sophia Lee?” He laughed again, short and sharp. “Never was. Never will be.” The words hit harder than any punch. “She’s more than just NSA,” he continued. “Much more. That was the cover. Always was.”