Mrs Weasley Novels & Stories

It took me a full minute, my focus caught by a particularly grumpy-looking wizard, to realize there was someone else in the room. Seated across from him, in a plush armchair that looked far too comfortable for a school office, was an older woman. Her dark hair was swept into a neat, elegant bun, its intricate twists secured with what looked like a silver pin. As she slowly turned her head towards me, her long, dark bangs, a striking, almost ethereal charcoal grey, shifted across her brow. Her eyes, a vibrant, sparkling blue, widened slightly. And then, a brilliant, warm smile erupted on her face, making the fine lines around her eyes crinkle with genuine warmth. It was a smile that reached h

Throwing her hands in the air, something she does when being defensive. “You too, tell her how you feel or show her how you feel don’t be a boring boyfriend “. She added before headings off the office. Loving someone couldn’t be this hard, ‘was my mind playing some kind of trick on me. A knock sufficed my door with a small push and reveled Mrs Wang, a fifty seven year old scientist who was in charge of the wolfsbean antidote production. “Hello Mrs wang, you haven’t grown grey.” I stand up to display my courtesy and offer her a chair.

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.

"I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!" I quickly locked the door and walked towards the kitchen. I dropped the groceries on the counter before I went to the living room to hear whatever she had in mind. "Yes?"

Performance time, Anya. ​I pulled the door open. The woman standing there was the opposite of Elara. Mrs. Hale was a round, motherly figure in a perfectly starched uniform, with kind eyes and soft, graying hair pulled back in a neat bun. She looked like she should be baking cookies, not overseeing a tyrant’s household. This made her all the more terrifying. The spy would never look like a spy. ​"Mrs. Hale," I whispered, letting my lower lip tremble slightly. "Please, come in."

Mary Redferne As I engaged in conversation with Joseph's mother, Mrs. Lachlan, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and connection. Her easygoing demeanor and genuine interest in our conversation made me feel instantly at ease. Meanwhile, I noticed Joseph observing us from the corner of the room, his curiosity evident in his expression. "It's been wonderful getting to know you, Mrs. Lachlan," I said, unable to contain my smile. "I feel like we've become fast friends already!"

- she pointed at the guests. At the same time Selene finally looked at their faces. One of the men seemed familiar to her. -"That's the same dark haired guy from the cafe!"- she suddenly realized. The boy also looked at her surprised, but he was clearly pleased with this coincidence. - Let me introduce everyone to you one by one.- Meredith walked slowly towards the guests. First, she approached a woman with shoulder length, brown hair, green eyes, athletic body and medium height.- This is the Head of the Council of Sorceresses, Elisabeth Spelling. She is two thousand one hundred years old, her additional gift is the ability to manipulate emotions. She leads the Council and makes sure that ev

Not yet. I really should leave whilst I’ve got the chance. But as I’m sweeping the room I look back to the angry looking woman who’s sat beside the door. She has thick grey hair and vibrant green eyes. She’s in a wheelchair, a blanket across her knees and she looks furious about it. She’s also a Werewolf.

--- 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.

I took them and left. I am just coming to school and everyone were already in their classroom. Today we have history, and I happen to suck at it. " Ella Dracula, you're late!". Mrs. Melissa yelled at me from the corridor opposite her office.. " I'm sorry, I had something to do at home". I apologised, despite it being the fault of my parents... Mrs. Melissa and my mom happen to be best of friends, she is also a werewolf and it is thanks to her, I can actually move about school without getting spotted as a werewolf..