Novel & Cerita Marge Harry Potter

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

Unconscious. "There you are, child! Welcome to my home." Lady Maria announced and sat on the edge of his hay bed. Then Harry shrieked. "Who the hell is this?" pointing to the paralyzed woman beside him. When he touched her, Lady Magda vanished, which earn them a gasp and a surprised "oh" and some "Oh shit!" The body of Lady Magda had dissolved like it was never there in the first place like the whole thing had been a perceptible trick.

Whether he’s interested or not, I didn’t feel comfortable being totally naked in front of him. “More hot water or co—“ Margery burst into the bathroom and froze as she saw I was awake. “Hey Marge,” I gave a fake cheerful smile as she scowled and exploded. “What in the name of the goddess were you thinking? Huh!” Margery’s eyes flashed in anger. “Who do you think you are? Some superhero?! You’re not trained enough to go about using magic as you please!” “Don’t speak to her like that,” Lily hissed angrily.

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.

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of