Mrs Weasley Novels & Stories

Erin inquired, letting her wary gaze linger on her mother. “I do not know,” Mrs. Grender responded weakly, hands palming her face and raking through her rich black hair. “What do you mean?” Erin's forehead puckered. “What about the great wizard that made the portion? We can just get a few guards to accompany me there, right?” Mrs. Grendel's demeanor dampened and her shoulder dropped as sadness loomed over her. “Mother?” Erin called, walking up to her. “There is a huge problem, Erin.”

Aurora World 3-05 Cassy was 17 years old, and in a few days she would finally turn 18, she had been looking forward to this day because although she attended an ordinary high school, her family was anything but ordinary. She was an only child and descended from the most powerful line of wizards that ever existed in Aurora, too bad her world was totally opposed to magic and they had to live day to day like all other mortals. She was 1.60m and slender, she had medium-length blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders and her eyes were as blue as the sky.

The line went dead. Teacher Grumpy was on the other end—that was what everyone at our workplace called her. She had a large, round head crowned with curly black hair, gray strands beginning to show at the ends. Her eyes gave the perpetual impression that she was neither fully awake nor completely asleep. A plump, reddish nose sat above her thin, pale lips. She favored red clothing, which only served to intensify her already forceful personality. She rarely smiled as if joy had been completely drained from her. According to rumors, she spent so much time in the company of a Dementor that she had taken on its characteristics.

I saw her and my ex mate spill that drink all over you " "Who's your ex? " I quized in curiousity. " Morgana , the white haired wolf. " " She's a winter wolf descent." He explained . "She's pretty right?." I nodded in agreement . " Too bad her attitude doesn't suit her face." I smiled. He looked at me and we both laughed . "In there felt stuffy, I came out to unwind." "Parties are not really my thing." He said. I was thrilled to find someone who disliked parties as much as I did.

“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.

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

“Hmm. That does sound intriguing, Billy. It would be nice to have a little vacation from these two.” The men at the table stood when they approached, and Billy introduced them. “Everyone, this is Tessa and Teddy Mason, and of course, everyone has met Haldir.” Once she was seated, Billy pushed in her chair. One by one, Billy introduced the twins to essential members of the witching world, then came to the only other woman at the table. “This lovely witch is Minister Delia Tyson. She’s the head of the Order in England now.” A reflex as natural as breathing for the flirtatious twins, Teddy winked at the Elder witch and gave her his devilish grin. “My pleasure to make your acquaintance, madam.”

a tall lanky man said, his face morphed in a scowl. "I second that, Miss West" this time, it was a woman that stood up "this will be very bad for our marketing and reputation, people will say we lacked funds which is why we lured Mr. Weasley to buy our shares. We never sold shares before ma'am, why start at this point?" she asked, the anger and disappointment in her voice not easily masked.

Damn you, nature. Placing the hand against her lower belly, she opens the door of her dorm. "Gracie Rose, do you know this weird lady with raven hair and little mustache above her lips or shall I finally hand her to the cops for having better mustaches than my husband?" Asks Mrs. Boltz, the typical arrogant warden with thick round glasses and a pissed off face. A girl stood beside her, smiling awkwardly with pure raven hair that almost hid her forehead and she was dressed up like a tomboy. Checking out the strange girl from head to toe, Gracie narrowed her eyes as she returned back to her facial features. Irrelevantly, she appeared almost like a boy. If only we could remove those long hair w

The teacher arrived shortly after, an older woman named Mrs. Rae who was known for being both fair and too tired to deal with teenage drama. She glanced around the room, took attendance without so much as commenting on Ava’s absence, and started her lecture on pack law with her usual dry tone.