Minerva Mcgonagall Quotes Novels & Stories

"She was just a kid. She believed in what we were doing." "Belief isn't permanent," Mirabel said, settling beside her. "It's like perfume. Fades. Changes." "You're disturbingly philosophical for someone eating mango." "I'm layered." Bella looked back at the screen. "Do you think... if I'd spent more time with her, checked in more-" "No," Mirabel cut her off. "You're not a god. You don't hold the scales of every soul who comes through those doors." Bella let the silence settle. Then: "She quoted me once. Said I gave her hope."

"We’re all elemental conjurers, we all serve our purposes, and from what I hear it took one great woman to point that fact out. Defects aren’t deceased animals, I believe they signify a stronger part of what we are. Think about it for a second, pure elemental’s make stronger elemental conjurers whose abilities rein strong and pulse with unknown power. Pure defects from what we all refuse to admit don’t just make a stronger elemental but a unique one too. Eva McGill is a prime example, her powers are unique to our world and if you can truly sense it you will be able to tell just how strong her powers pulses when she uses them. The cousins as well show unbeatable strengths that surpasses that

"Yes. Like her mother but she can't see her mother's face directly." Mr. Abhi immediately dripped the medicine he brought into Xeva's mouth. Gently stroked the top of his daughter's head. "Sana me filiae nocere ab arce eam facere in ea vir tempore sanguinis particeps immortalis." Mr. Abhi whispers in his daughter's ear. * Knock! Knock! Knock! "Come in!" Mr. Retter said. "Sorry to bother you, Sir. There's a headmaster of the magic school downstairs." Reported a maid who had just entered the room.

Magdalene, instead of admonishment, offered a faint smile—a smile that carried the weight of centuries. "Seeker of knowledge, you tread the path of those who came before you," Magdalene continued, her voice a whisper that echoed in the mystic chamber. "This book holds the essence of our heritage, connecting the threads of time. But with knowledge comes responsibility. Are you prepared to carry the weight of our shared destiny?"

Emily replied, her voice strained. Emma sensed the pretence, knowing that there was more to the story. Determined to uncover the truth, she turned to Drago, hoping for a different answer. But to her dismay, Drago echoed Emily's words, denying any underlying issue. Feeling the urgency to bring clarity to the situation, Luna Malfoy, their astute grandmother, intervened. She reminded them of her unique ability to delve into their minds if they refused to communicate openly. "Oh grandchildren! Do you remember that I'm having the ability to read each mind right here, no matter how well you hide what's on your mind, I will still dive right in." She bloated in with a knowing assurance smile, earnin

The mistress's pov “Phantom!” I yelled in frustration for about the hundredth time, focusing all my magic on that one, small, insignificant spell that was proving impossible for me. “Damn it! What am I doing wrong?!” I whisper yelled at myself, watching my hands like they weren't doing what they were supposed to. “I never thought I'd see the day you failed at something” Minerva's taunting cackle scared the living day lights out of me. “Don't sneak up on me like that!” I growled, tilting my head to the side to look at her through the corner of my eye.

"Don't you ever call me that again" Mina said angrily "I am no longer under your authority, and I was never your daughter" "I have transversed the oceans of the earth. I have survived the cruelty of nature. I have done things that even you deemed impossible. So when you talk to me, don't treat me like I'm the little girl you once knew" "PUT SOME RESPECT ON MY NAME!!!" "That was a nice speech" Albus said as he stroked his grey beard

Drake clarifies uneasily. “Last student.” She replies unemotionally, hopping ahead to the next subject as if she hasn’t just made a thoroughly ominous remark about her own fate. “I’ve seen magic like yours before, but never this strong.” Wrapping my arms around myself protectively I ask, “Can you help me learn to wield it?”

isn't much different than a human one. "If Coach Peterson says his quote one more time, I'm going to hex myself," a girl with blond braids says next to me. "Which one?" I ask, remembering he sprouted many odd sayings from the few days I'd attended classes. "Right." She gives me a nod, then breaks down into a British accent. "The one about how even magic users must stretch and exercise not only their minds and spirits, but their bodies too." "That's a pretty good copy of his accent." I smile. "I'm Brene."

"And you have to promise not to repeat it, because if it gets back to the wrong ears I will actually die." "I promise." "The nobles don't lose." Mira glanced at the door, like it might be listening. "That's not, like, a saying, it's just true. They don't lose students, they don't lose arguments, they don't lose anything, because when something looks like it might slip away from them, they don't fight to keep it." She met Sera's eyes, and for a moment all the quick bright energy dropped out of her voice entirely. "They collect it instead."