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Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of the legs of the Prince Regent. The Prince Regent cursed as Morrigan shifted her weight, standing on his legs like he was a stool where she usually stands when she is fitting for her dresses. A sweet giggle coming from her throat as she bounces up and down his leg. Morrigan jumped and landed on his legs the cracking of bones echoing around the room. The Prince Regent screams in pain as his legs went into a numbing and chilling break. Morrigan's hands flew to her mouth. "Good Heavens, did I broke your leg, my dear uncle? I thought you could still lift me like the way we play before." The Prince Regent looked at her through gritted teeth.

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you." My eyes closed in sheer anguish. Only if he knew how innocent I really was.

wheelchair rugby team and its journey to the 2004 Paralympics in Greece is on your favorites list too. “What about Harry Potter?” she asks. “I haven’t seen it or them. I thought there were, like, fifteen movies in the series.” Her hair has fallen forward on her face and she pushes it back. I’ve seen the curve of her neck a million times, but now I’m fascinated with every inch of skin displayed. I want to sink my fingers into her hair and hold her still, while I run my nose across her skin. “Van?” She pulls me out of my Danny-induced coma and I meet her eyes. “Sorry.”

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

“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.”

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."