Hogwarts Legacy Scriptorium Novels & Stories

Symbolising him to be silent. Noah wanted to say something, but caught his tongue as Amia walked past him, baby in hand, out the door. Not saying a word nor looking back. He stood for a moment in the doorway, before catching a glance back at me before leaving after Amia as well. With that done I closed the door and went straight up to place myself down on one of the chairs located at the wide-plank kitchen counter. Without having to say something Liam walked up to the kitchen and started making two steamy cups of hot chocolate, not forgetting to serve it with my favourite mini strawberry marshmallows just drifting about in the chocolate river.

I'm going to take on the world with you and we'll find him," Rachel assured. "Hmm. We need to exercise our gray matter and get that doctor's name and number, somehow," a determined but impatient Audrey resolved. "Audrey, relax ! Chill out and then think !" said Rachel. "Ta-daa ! My eureka moment is here ! I nailed it !" exclaimed Audrey triumphantly on discovering a bright fool proof idea. “What ?” Rachel asked. "Come, follow me, Rachel ! To the room of the university administrator," Audrey said enthusiastically, grabbing her friend’s wrist and tugging her along with her.

Lucy shrinks in her chair as I yell at a pale-faced Finnian. “I know. I am sorry. The more I thought about it, I thought it would be best to come from you since you’re on the council. And then I didn’t want to interrupt you the first few days with Rafe, so I let it slide.” “Tell me what you found first, then I need to speak with the others. She is staying with you, correct?” He nods his head and sits back down as I come around the table to take a seat. “One book we brought back is a spellbook. I found what I interpret to be a potion that will protect someone’s mind against a witch.”

It was crucial to act swiftly and erase their memories, leaving no trace of our existence behind. I watched, Draco's eyes gleam as he addressed the humans. "Fear not, mortals. We shall remove the memory of this encounter from your minds, ensuring the secrets of our realm remain hidden." Lucian was shimmering, reflecting the light from the sky. "Indeed. Let us extend our magic to cleanse not only your memories but also any recordings you may have made." He winked as mischievously as ever.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

"Alexander, don't cross lines you can't uncross. Richard spent his life building legitimate power. Don't destroy that legacy trying to protect his daughter." After leaving Marcus's office I drove to the safe house to check on Lily and found her painting in the converted bedroom Maya had set up as a temporary studio. "I needed to create something to process all of this." She gestured at the canvas showing dark colors and chaotic brushstrokes. "It's either paint or completely fall apart." "Paint then." I moved behind her. "Whatever keeps you together until we end this." We spent Sunday afternoon together while Maya maintained security protocols and I tried not to think about the contact offeri

And most importantly, they didn't love me. I moved toward the Great Hall, slipping through the shadows of the colonnade. The Stronghold was bustling. It felt... healthy. This was the "Stable Reality" I had demanded when I struck through the lines in the Manuscript. No Shadow-wolves. No Draught. No impending doom. But as I reached the heavy oak doors of the Hall, I felt a sharp, stinging heat in my hand. The silver quill was vibrating. I pulled it out. The nib was dripping with a drop of ink that shone like liquid starlight. On the stone floor at my feet, the ink hissed, forming a single word in that elegant, handwritten script from the Archive:

Lucien was resting in a nearby alcove, his breathing heavy but rhythmic, his brothers standing guard like living statues of gold and shadow. In the center of the room, the obsidian records from the Archive lay spread across a massive drafting table, their dark surfaces gleaming under the flickering chandeliers. Beside them, Evangeline’s medical tablet was active, displaying high-resolution scans of the human cortex. A desperate attempt to find a logical bridge between the science she knew and the sorcery she had inherited. Evangeline leaned over the table, her fingers pressing into her temples.

The pack elders had ordered absolute stillness to ensure the silver poison didn't permanently corrupt his marrow. During her own previous confinement when her limb had been scarred during a hunt, Lucas had meticulously recorded every tactical lecture and transcribed the ancient runes for her use, ensuring her rank didn't slip despite her absence. She desired to return the favor, but her low-grade communication stone lacked the capacity to capture high-level magical projections. She was forced to ask Lucas to manage the archives on her behalf.

"Lady Lumira, if you'd be so kind as to undo your handiwork so we can begin High Sorcery, I'd appreciate it. Try to keep the silence for the library, hm?" I felt the corners of my mouth twitch. I gave a small, graceful nod. Labia Solveantur, Vox Redit. I felt the snap of the mana retreating back into my skin. Ivy's jaw suddenly flew open with an audible pop, sending her stumbling backward into her seat. "You!" Ivy gasped, her voice shrill and trembling. "You... you freak! You..." "Another word, Miss Thornfield," Hecateus cut her off without looking up from the board, "and I'll let her do it again. And I won't ask her to undo it until the final exam in June."