Matilda Weasley Novels & Stories

All of them watched as the fire succumb everything. “You should drink this.” Fatma offered Mathilda a glass of water that she finished hastily. Mathilda then sprawled on the floor because of exhaustion, “Have you guys eaten yet?” She asked the girls. “We waited for you, so we haven’t eaten yet.” Agnes announced. Abigail was curious to know what Mathilda meant when she said a lot had happened, but she knew that it was not a good time to asked about it. Instead, she asked Fatma to help her.

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

Her aunt, Matilda yelled out as soon as she lay eyes on the broken shards of glass on the floor. Matilda has always loved interfering in everything that happens at the Medina mansion, but her husband had always warned her to keep her distance since her words could land them in trouble if she were to cross the boundaries. “Didn't you hear me, Why are you breaking things that you didn't buy? That was my favorite cup, you know?. She said, as she further squat down to have a look at the broken glass.

“Dad, I think we can give some of our minutes,” Charlotte said, trying to control her hand, which was inching to hug her cousin, who was more like her elder sister. She wanted to ask so many things with this adventure because, as far as she knew, Calvin was into adventure, not her. “She is my wife, Caroline Gosling.” Artemis introduced her to a group of four people. He knew Oliver Weasley and his daughter, not the rest.

Horses and cows were grazing the fields on either side of us as we drove down the drive. Matilda walked outside, while wiping her hands on her sunflower apron. She had aged very little since the last time I saw her. I could tell when I walked up to her that her hair had more silver strands in it. She was a short woman with busty curves. Matilda had always been a safe haven for E and I growing up. When we wanted to escape responsibility and paternal expectations.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Some were still trying to win the war. Matilda was standing at the top of the peak looking all around at the scenario happening in a war. She recently escaped from the Land of Dark. She clenched her fists when she glanced at her army, on the verge of losing the war. She didn’t want to let go of her kingdom which her father left for her. Thinking of it just boiled her blood.

"Matilda's a lycan?" she asked with wide doe eyes, her gaze fixed keenly on Matilda whose fangs and claws were elongated staring back at her with a surprised expression, taken aback with her sudden unexpected presence, although they currently weren't in the prohibited part of the school, the west mill, the building they were in nevertheless was an isolated abandoned building used only by them, the silver crest pack, a pack which she had secretively become a part of for the past two days.

“Right. Well. I guess they have to kill Phillipe first. Then she can plan another fancy ceremony.” “Zeke, is everything okay?” Matilda asked softly. Her brown eyes were framed by her coppery red hair. She wasn’t there to bear my burdens. Naomi and Leona mentioned she was heard crying over the war from her room some nights. I give her a soft kiss on the cheek and my cheekiest smile. “Of course. I’m fine!” Matilda tried to stop me, but I just sprinted upstairs. The letter I had poached from the floor feeling more like burning coal than parchment. Was this where Freya told me herself that she had chosen duty over her own happiness? The price she would pay to remain a Luna.

Might I mention that it is a failed attempt because no matter what I do, I go tumbling back to the memory of this morning's kiss. If it can even be identified as a kiss. It was too non-intimate to be considered one and too passionate to not be considered. Rowan always knows how to make a person's thought jumble round the place with just one touch from him. It's a talent and a curse. A talent for him and a curse to me. Matilda comes in a few minutes later, dressed as a Parisian summer model. She wears this huge peach colored beach hat with dark sunglasses and large balls as ear rings then a red tight fitted dress coveted up with a dark full fur coat and high heels.