Mrs Weasley Novels & Stories

I looked up to see a middle-aged woman standing before me, her posture as straight as a ruler. She was dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit that accentuated her sharp, authoritative aura. Her silver-rimmed glasses rested elegantly on her nose, and her salt-and-pepper hair was neatly pinned into a bun. Her hazel eyes, sharp and observant, scanned me briefly before softening into a polite smile. “Welcome to Perfecta Werewolf Academy, Luna Alora Darkwood. We have been expecting you. It’s a pleasure to have you here,” she said, her voice calm yet commanding. “I am Mrs. Smith, the school head.”

"What is it? Ambrose asked when he saw Theodore getting tensed and nervous. "Your granddaughter is about to arrive," Theodore said before adding, "I'm going to bring her and Dotty here." "Ah. The future queen or king is about to arrive." Crystal Cornell spoke with a smile. She was the former werewolf queen and grandmother of Steve Weasley. In fact, she was the one who was going to lead both vampires and werewolves tonight. While Scarlett Wright was going to lead the witches and wizards present there. While Oliver, Owen, and Oscar were going to lead the hunters.

It would just create a huge blast if they were a couple. Boss needed someone like Ms. Weasly. She wasn't just beautiful but also funny and carefree. She had a little similarity with Shantel when it came to physical looks, but they were the exact opposite, both mentally and emotionally. "Hey! What are you thinking? I've been asking you how did boss and Ms. Weasly meet?" Mariana tapped my shoulder once more, cutting my little wonder. "You still don't know?" I questioned, and she just nodded. "At the mall. They accidentally bumped into each other!" I explained briefly.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

Maxwell. Mrs. Maxwell had been a constant fantasy of mine my senior year when I had her for Spanish class, hell, she had been every horny teenager’s fantasy, probably most of the male faculty as well. She was tall, maybe about 5’ 8’’ with red hair and major curves in the right places. Her beautiful face was highlighted by full lips that were made to suck cock.

She might be the key to all of it. “But there’s nothing here,” I muttered, flipping another page. “No real identity. No background. Just fragments.” Michelle frowned. “I keep seeing references to something called the Weasley Mafia. That might be our link. Let me pull everything tied to that name.” She barely finished the sentence when the window exploded.

Theon When I arrive with Kellin and Haden, Ophelia, Leita and Kiran are in my study, conferring with the Headmistress of the Witches Guild. The Headmistress looks serious, her eyes hard as she talks in a low tone. As soon as we enter, the witches turn to us. “Headmistress,” I say as a greeting while bowing my head towards her. “I'm sure you've heard of what we discovered.”

All I wanted her to have, that was what she was living with right now. The bell rang afterward, and we headed to biology class next, which was a double period. We have a new teacher now. It was a woman, and her name was Mrs Mirabel Raymond. She had black hair, usually tied into a ponytail and a pair of glittering blue eyes. The boys in the class had already started crushing on her.

“This drug is the latest development in the fight against bowel cancer!” I turned my attention back to the assistant. Her nametag said Mrs Deeves. Shy and unadorned, she struck me as a loyal and hard worker, private and uncomplicated. She must have been a beauty in her youth, but lack of sleep and a poor diet had spun the clock forward.

Zeda asked, fascinated by her new school. "Mrs. Amelia is Sloan's mother. She's a very powerful witch, even more so than her daughter. She's the assistant director of the academy and often leads the tougher missions, especially the mixed team, to avoid any... well, you can imagine the power struggles if one prince was in charge of the others or another's people." "Of course, there would be division," Zeda said, rolling her eyes. "None of them would want to be under each other. It makes sense to have a neutral person in charge."