Neville Longbottom Glow Up Novels & Stories

Ash nods and shouts at the ceiling. “SOL! You fucking piece of shit. Give her back! Right. Fucking. NOW!” He roars at the ceiling and Sol pops into the room, he’s seven-foot-six, with pale almost luminous skin, short curly blonde hair, a Greek nose, almond shaped eyes that glow very pale yellow, and full wide lips. He’s clean shaven and wearing golden smart trousers and a white buttoned shirt with gold shoes.

"Your grandma gave me this family jewel. Now, I'm giving it back." His eyes narrowed. "Rebecca, I can let this slide because you're Yoana's mom. "You better clarify things at the press conference tomorrow and publicly apologize to Elaine. "If you don't, you can kiss your life as Mrs. Shaw goodbye." The door slammed shut, and the decoration I had hung there crashed to the floor. It was the dreamcatcher he had made, the one he gave me for my 20th birthday. I could not help but smirk bitterly. A decade had passed, long enough for the decoration to crumble and our love to scatter like dust in the wind.

Magic older than any curse. I closed my eyes and pressed my palms to Nevaeh’s chest. The air thickened, humming. A faint blue shimmer flickered beneath my skin, the same light that had split my palms open the night of the birthday. It hurt. Gods, it burned. But Nevaeh’s breathing steadied. Her tremors slowed. When she opened her eyes, they weren’t brown anymore. They glowed faintly silver. “Mommy…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “It’s singing.”

She pushes past the doctor, her hands trembling as she hovers over Nina again. "I need to break the spell first," Novalee mutters. She throws her palms downward. A thick, warm blue light erupts from her skin, wrapping around Nina’s torso like a heavy blanket. Nina’s chest heaves. She lets out a violent, hacking cough, her eyes fluttering but not opening. Good. She is breathing. I look at the dark hallway leading to the lower levels. I wonder how Uncle Jethro is holding up. The warriors dragged him down to the deep dungeons twenty minutes ago. He is probably losing his mind in the dark.

Kelvin collapses, teetering on the edge of consciousness. Leila rushes forward, drops to her knees and cradles Kevin's head in her arms. Then she wraps her arms around him, tears stinging her eyes. As the crowd and everyone watches, a soft blue aura blooms from her hands, the Phoenix’s healing light pulsing with warmth. The crowd murmurs, awestruck, as the spectral glow seeps into Kelvin. His body shudders and his eyes flutter open, the glassy haze fading from them. He blinks, voice hoarse.

The others watched closely. In response to his spell, the black surface of the table began to change. Hundreds of dim, tiny white ovals began to appear, seemingly floating within the depths of the glass. As the Necromancer continued his summoning, the shapes grew brighter and clearer. They were not merely ovals of light—they were pairs of eyes, trapped within the table!

Her reaction couldn’t be kept hidden for some long as she took a deep breath and exclaimed; “WOW!” “This view is magical”, she added. Not like this was the first thing she had seen something this magical but this view in world where no magic residues made it even more magical. Neville couldn’t get his eyes off her, he stared into her soul and all he could see was her soul being likened to this view, he thought to himself. He felt like her soul radiated through her skin like the woods down below them, she was magical he thought, and so the need for him to respond,

Learning so many secrets that are far from reality ? " Didn't you read the paragraph when you were a child , your whole body kept glowing like a red lamp . The client at that time gave you a potion that neutralized your devil abilities and made you look like a normal human , in order for you to fit in and not be noticed by the enemies . You have been drinking that potion every ten years so that you could keep the appearance of a human . You have been drinking that potion for at least two hundred and eighty years ! " said mr Ranch with a serious expression .

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

I take a shower and get myself done up, pulling my curly, purple mohawk into a fluffy ponytail on top of my head and pulling on this purple satin faux wrap tunic that I love along with flowy black trousers and black flats, then I do my make-up in a subtle day look with my signature watermelon lip gloss. Neville comes up to the door when he arrives and mom lets him in. Adia takes a look at him and asks if he is my boyfriend which makes me fall into a fit of laughter. “No! No offense to Neville, but he isn’t my type, Besides he’s got a crush on some guy named Rick.” Nevielle beams ” Yeah, Nova is not my type, I like guys that are more butch. No offense, but you are a non-binary femme-ish perso