Mrs Potter's Novels & Stories

“Everyone who hates my father is already in his pocket or in a grave.” “Not everyone.” The voice came from the doorway, sharp and commanding, carrying the weight of a different era. We all turned. Standing there was a woman who looked like she had been carved out of winter. She was in her late seventies, dressed in a sharp, slate-grey suit with a string of black pearls at her throat. Her silver hair was pulled back into a bun so tight it looked painful. “Elena?” Rita Vermon whispered, stepping out from behind a bookshelf.

Her voice was filled with honey and sympathy as she asked me with her eyes roaming my body. "Where am I? Who are you? What is this place? Where is my bro?" I fired questions on her but her expression didn't even budge. "Dear, you will have all of your answers very soon but before that let me introduce myself. I am Mrs.Potter, the senior maid of dorm block A. Your room is also there but right now you are in Mike's bedroom in dorm block B." She replied politely and professionally. How could people talk like robots? Straight and stern.

I couldn’t help but wonder about Alex's expression when everyone would have tried to hook him up with boys. It’s hilarious. “For how long you have been serving here, Miss Potter?” “32 years.”, She replied. “I was a young girl just like you when I started working here.” “You gave your whole life here. I’m sure you will be the oldest.” “You caught that right, darling.”, She said and finally stopped in front of a room. She opened the door and we walked into a king-sized manly room. “This is your room until your new room gets ready. ”, She added to which I nodded my head.

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

Potts was to take care of Aster, but little did she expect to be urged to bed every night herself. Mrs. Potts said, "This is an extra order Mr. Shields gave me." Larissa didn't know if she should compliment Dylan for being thoughtful or scold him for being nosy. Mrs. Potts was someone who took her job very seriously. She would burst into Larissa's room a few times every night, and whenever she saw that Larissa was still awake, she would nag at her.

Hope will be here soon Taylor said she's barely eating so I might as well make her something to eat …both of them I pushed off the wall and made my way downstairs as soon as I got to the kitchen, I froze. Someone was already there. “Mrs. Potts,” I breathed, and tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. She turned, that same soft, motherly smile still on her face, She clearly had more wrinkles , her hair totally grey now but still in a neat bun and I walked straight into her arms. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, wrapping me up the way she always did.

"Nope, across different countries." "You really do have money." I gave a shoulder shrug as a response as I go to open the entrance door. "You've got housekeepers here as well judging from how clean this place looks." "Yeah, Mrs Potts. She comes every week to keep the house in good shape. This is my third time here." "We've got food?" "The kitchen is stocked, babe. Sent her funds to get enough food stuffs for the rest of our stay here." "That's fine. Can't remember the last time I did some real cooking. Hope you're ready to know what great cooking tastes like."

"I'm just saying. If you don't believe me, observe him next time.” "Ladies and gentlemen, we are honored to have Dr. Tanya Pott's father here today. Please welcome Mr. Ticko Potts to the stage for a speech!" The enthusiastic voice of the host came over the loudspeaker, and Ivy and Lilith both looked over. They saw Mr. Potts, dressed in a well-tailored suit and sporting a neatly combed head of hair, slowly walking up the steps with the host's guidance. Today, Mr. Potts had taken the trouble to style his hair to match the suit, which only highlighted the receding hairline on top of his head.

Helena’s eyes followed Graham’s gaze, it landed on none other than his mistress, Charlotte Duke. Helena turned towards Amelia and gave her a knowing look. “No mum! I didn’t mingle.” She whispered. Graham caught the word but before he could make sense of it a deep voice spoke, taking them all out of their heads. “Oh, look who we have here, the mighty Dinkins.” Mr Potter said enthusiastically, the echo of his voice filled the room. Graham composed himself, this wasn’t the time to show his weakness or the fact that his home is falling apart in front of this wounded tiger.

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.