Hermione Granger Year 7 Novels & Stories

Nathan's PoV Friday 25th May 2019 *************************** I can't wait to get home. It's my last class of the day and it's year 7s who are refusing to work. "Calum sit down!" I yell at the mischievous boy who's running around all of the desks. "What's those on your neck?" Asks a girl from the front row. Oh no, I am not explaining hickies to an 11 year old.

In Rambridge's high school During break, Harry was at the school's cafeteria eating his packed lunch when he caught sight of Annabelle, the prettiest girl in high school. His eyes shone and his lips widened into a smile which soon faded as he watched Kiran walk up to her and snake his hands around her waist Harry had long had a crush on Annabelle ever since he was in 10th grade, but he had no courage to confess his feelings to her. Especially when she had a swarm of admirers around her. He was neither rich nor handsome, he felt he was no match for such a lady

It was because of this anxiety that I started school weeks late. I drag all my belongings down to Hall 8. I packed everything in my house except Sheila my turtle. Sikes, her name is Voldemort. I just get ashamed to tell people that actually her name. I started calling her Sheila because that was the name of the woman at the desk in the Vet's office.

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

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

"Are you aware that transformation spells are mastered in the sixth year?" "I don't understand what that sentence is supposed to mean." It was my turn to frown. "All witches attend Ihikiton. It's where we learn magic and spells and potions and what have you. It's a nice place for the most part. If you don't take into account the bullies and know it all teacher's pet. Or the queen bee and her minions who-" "Mira!" She blinked at me owlishly. A second later, she flushed deeply. "Sorry. Didn't mean to ramble."

“I’m Zack, by the way.” “Okay,” I said. Another minute later, “Hey, Kimia. What do you call a wizard who is good at calculus?” “Hermione,” I told him. “She’s good at arithmancy, not calculus,” Zack said without missing a beat. I snorted. “No,” he continued, “you call them a mathemagician.” “That was dumb,” I told him, but I couldn’t help grinning. He grinned back. “You’re smiling, though. I’ve got more.”

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.

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

he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Your tone suggests otherwise." "You'll just have to wait and see," he stated smugly. Hermione shook her head, returning her attention to the dishes. She reached for a particularly slippery glass, but her fingers lost their grip. It slipped from her hands, and she lunged forward to catch it — but her wet foot slid on the tiled floor. "Whoa—"