Neville Longbottom Quotes Novelas e Histórias

Nevile chuckled lowly and mockingly, "Feisty, I guess you don't know who I am yet, new boy, do you?" He snarled, his hands tightening into a fist, "Get lost before I break the other side of your face." My breath caught, and his shadow swallowed me as his hand rose. The door creaked open just as Neville was about to explode. The sound alone was enough to calm the air, as if the entire room knew who was about to enter.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell Nevi without divulging my reason for knowing. “Let’s hope it’s the herbs,” he mused. “Why?” I asked, hoping that my anxiety wasn’t detectable. “Because it’s easier to combat,” he explained. “I hate dark witches,” he said in a low growl, although, more to himself than to me. I would have liked to have questioned him about his venomous remark, but I sensed that it was best not to go there. At least not at that time. Perhaps another opportunity or a more fortuitous time would present itself.

Since Sebastian wanted to humble the Yutarians, he would have to make them understand something from their very first meeting. They had to know that even their emperor was less significant than a dog to the Dramonians. Neville looked extremely menacing. He felt as if a volcano had erupted in his chest, and his pale face had turned a lurid purple. If it weren't for the fact that there were several Dramonian media outlets present, he would have lost his temper already. "M-Mr. Ballard, right? I didn't hear you clearly just now. P-Please repeat what you said." Neville was breathing so heavily that he could barely string a sentence together.

came the confident mocking words of Leonard who stood with a widened grin on his face, his gaze fixated on evelyn. "shoo away with your broomstick young witch, go mix your herbal potions I have something important to discuss with my little kitty."

"Johnson." Lennox balances his boot on the rung of a stool, the warm light glinting off his piercings. I rest my forearm on the barrel tabletop, attempting to appear casual, nonchalant. He notices and his smile widens. "If you have something to say, man—" "I heard that you retook the Hogwarts House sorting quiz," I blurt out, cursing my inability to stay on topic. It's like I completely deviated from what I actually wanted to say. I end up crossing my arms.

"Alright!" Quentin was on the verge of losing it. His handsome face twisted with anger, and his breath came out in ragged bursts as he spat out, "Do you think I'm dead or something? I'm right over here!" Noelle frowned and turned around again. "Mr. Lowe, whether you live or die is none of my concern! Please just stay out of my sight. I find you revolting!" She then turned around and told Zion, "I'm having trouble with several parts of that book, Professor Jenkins. Could you go over them with me tomorrow?"

“Especially to throw at a Lord of Blackfang.” The girls froze. Their smug expressions faltered, and I could see them mentally backpedaling, suddenly realizing that they’d just insulted someone they couldn't afford to. One of them stammered, “We didn’t mean anything—it’s just, you know, people are talking—” “People talk when they’re bored,” Neil replied coldly. “But some lines shouldn’t be crossed. You don’t know her, clearly. And you don’t even have the sense to ask what really happened. You weren't even important enough to warrant an invitation."

Theo asked as we waited for our drinks. "As good as she can be, I think." I replied and Dolph nodded. "She's a tough gal. She'll be okay." Dolph added and I felt a rush of anger towards him. I was annoyed that he was speaking about my mate like he knew her better than I did. "They all are." Nik pointed out and we nodded. "That memory potion blew me away. I had no idea that kind of magic was even possible." Cedric spoke up. "Yeah. It really was beautiful." Dad agreed.

For the fucking laugh. While Lorette mumbles something about how Nero has managed to quote-unquote grow on people, I mutter, "Yeah, so does cancer." When I realise I've said the words out loud, I quickly check to see if anyone has heard me. There's no sign that anyone heard my harsh opinion of her Alpha, and even the asshole's grandmother is still as clueless as ever. Thank God. Lorette's voice is soothing, so full of admiration and care that I wonder how much love such a tiny frame could contain.