Mrs Weasley Novels & Stories

online while the real wolf posed as a saint, he didn’t dare expose his brother and scare Helena. Henrique, who hadn’t even looked up from his book while his brother thrashed on the floor hundreds of times, immediately lifted his head when her voice rang out. The ice in his eyes melted. “You’re back,” Henrique’s voice was soft, a safe haven. “Did you see Hailey?” Helena walked into the room and nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining. “Yes! Mrs. Johnson is incredible and extremely strict—exactly the kind of leadership I like and need right now. I feel so safe seeing that cold, calculating, emotionless face of hers!”

McCartney was about to touch her, he saw me. "Dr. Weasley, care to join us?"

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.

She wore professor robes over combat boots and carried a clipboard like a sword. “Thorne,” she said, not looking at him. “Step away from the prisoner.” He didn’t move. The woman sighed. “Elowen Drakari, Headmistress. You torched my city block, Miss Kane. Congratulations.” Drakari. The name punched me in the gut. “You knew my mother,” I said before I could stop myself. Elowen’s eyes flicked to the scales peeking above my torn shirt collar. Something ancient and sad moved across her face.

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."

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

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.

She blinked and started talking. "Mrs. Morgan. She's 42. Principal Of Morgan's High. Right now, She's in her office, And she is... she... is...is- "Hey, Talk. What's she doing?" Vera asked, curiously, with bulging eyes. Tessa curved her brows and inhaled deeply. "Right now, She is crying" "What?" They all asked. "No, why?" Nora asked. "Don't know since the reason doesn't come out" Tessa replied.