Mad Eye Moody From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Madison said with conviction, a sad smile playing on her face. “None of your pessimistic talk again!” Meredith warned. “You can’t just give up and let the evil witch take over your mind so that she can come and go as she pleases. You can do better than that.” “I have been trying! I have been trying hard,” Madison said, a sad smile playing on her face. “The problem is I focus even more than before but it just doesn’t work. It’s getting easier and easier for her to get inside my mind, and I don’t know the reason,” Madison replied.

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

I hated it when she let the dragon do the steering. “Sure, but she can’t act.” I waved my hand about. “‘Mondo Retardo. Oh Harry, I’ve made myself sound like a posh girl from the 1930s for no reason.’ Look at a decent child actor like the kid in Sixth Sense, then look at midget Mary Poppins. What the actual fuck?” Whatever Maurice’s point about the Horcrux was, it got lost in the barrage of abuse I fought off for the next hour. Sometimes it’s good to let people vent a bit.

There was an ever-so-slightly hint of irritation to his tone, as he refocused the topic of conversation. “Actually, it’s a pretty simple idea.” Maddie began. “I was thinking an invisibility spell, like the one Betty used in the dungeons. The only issue is whether Skylar will be able to detect the magic being used nearby.” Her mouth set in a hard line as she continued to think.

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

I curse my instincts for making me jerk my head and turn behind me, following her line of sight. Avery is right—Mad has taken seats behind me, with her female friend sitting beside her. As they talk, Mad’s glistening eyes are on me, much like they had been earlier from the window. There’s something familiar in her gaze—pain, grief, regret, fatigue, and mostly sadness. I used to have that same gaze before my mom left. I can easily tell she is hurting. What have I done?

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

I say, letting the sarcasm drip from my words like honey. "Check again." I roll my eyes so hard it actually hurts. Thank God she can't see me through the phone. The morning sun streams through the living room window, casting long shadows across the floor. I should be excited about this trip. I should be happy for Sally. Instead, all I feel is tired.

Her eyes filled with wonder as she lifted one brow and asked, "For?" I looked deeply into her eyes as I replied, "For being you." * * * "I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!"

I keep running until suddenly, I look up at a bird and run straight into another person. “Oh my god!” the person exclaims. “Are you fucking insane?” I blink a few times and have to hide a smirk when my eyes meet a pair of angry, furrowed eyebrows belonging to Madison. Her long dark hair is caught in a messy bun, and her eyes are narrowed at me with an accusing light dancing within them. She is not wearing any make-up, but she is still very beautiful. “Fancy meeting you here,” I say and arch an eyebrow. “And yes, I’m a little bit insane.”