Mrs Potter's Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Though the house was old, it was neat. The girl offered us seats on the sofa and she excused herself. She came back, holding a frail and fragile old lady, dressed in a white cotton dress that pooled around her feet. Her hair was covered with a white headgear and a rosary was on her neck. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She wore glasses on her small eyes. The girl directed her towards the rocky chair and sat her down before excusing herself from the room. "Good afternoon Miss. Dorcas, I'm Tammy Jones and this is Damon Graves. We were directed to you by Sister Magdalen from St. Mary's orphanage". I paused, my gaze wandering to Damon.

i’m cruel aren’t i? “Is she naked?” i ask. ” Technically no,- ” i sigh in relief. “she is half naked though” my eyes go wide. “What!” I squeak. “Hey, my mom hasn’t found out yet, her laptop is at home. she went to some lunch and she might come home any moment.. please can you help me crack her password so i can delete the email.” “Oh, i’m not good with hacking this type of shit. I think Ginger might help.”

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

Chris leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Mom looks like that lady who comes and takes over Hogwarts for a while. What was her name?” “Professor Umbridge?” I snorted, remembering Chris’ obsession with Harry Potter. I’m almost positive we watched every movie at least five times before I couldn’t stand it any longer. “YES!” his voice echoed around the otherwise silent space and the woman in question turned around with an unimpressed look on her face before plastering the fakest smile I’d ever seen. “Chris. Rosalind,” she chirped, “I am so glad you two could make it.” Like we had a choice.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

Something that was someone else's. Someone knocked on the door as he began to take off his clothes. He called out, "Come in," thinking it would be one of his parents or sisters. The cook Mrs potts, the oldest maid, was it, though. She had lived with them since Carson was a little boy. "Mr. Carson," she said in a soft voice. "I brought you some tea." I believed you would need it. Carson fell deeply in love with the old woman. "Thank you, Mrs potts," he said. "That's very kind of you."

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

She is really sensitive about everything and always tries to hide her problems from us. "It's is about Farhan's mom " "What did that lady Voldemort do and why the hell do you listen to her. I always knew she is evil " that lady always gets on my nerves. I hate her, she reminds me of those gossipy and nagging aunties of T.V serials.

It quenched his ability to love. Then the fire died out as suddenly as it had flared up, and Jente took the bowl to bury the ashes in the garden, accompanied by a spell. She gave everything to the earth for save keeping. Anke, Liza, and Moon cleared all the traces of magic. Another pot of herbal tea was put on the table. Jente also joined quickly and Moon cast a spell that brought Raven and Maddie back in time. They stood in the kitchen and a bit stunned. ‘The tea is ready,’ said Liza, pointing to the mugs.