Nymphadora Tonks Books Novels & Stories

"Well, I have decided to transfer to Miss Alfeon's class, she's the real deal! Anyway, Aqua and Pearl are here too! I'll show you to them." Grabbing her hand, Zelda quickly and totally lost her cool upon the girl's sudden action. "W-Wait, you can't just drag me around, you lowly undergraduate mage!" Percy finally had his shoulders rested at the two's departure. Breathing a sigh of relief, he sat back to the brick floor he strangely finds comforting. "Oh, the air's lighter now, you feel it too?" he jokingly said. Meanwhile, Tristan who is currently feeding his eyes with amusement stayed standing in place, tilting his head left and right like a wandering child. A few seconds in that stance, so

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synced. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied , still looking her up suspiciously.

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

She bustled around, preparing the tea, I assumed. I sat at the small wooden table, watching Nyla creep toward a woven basket overflowing with bottles and strange objects. The key had to be in there somewhere. "The... the road was long," I managed, trying to deepen my voice. "Oh, but you're here now. That's all that matters." She set a steaming cup in front of me, and the sweet smell got stronger. "Drink up. It will help with your tiredness." I lifted the cup but didn't drink. Something about this felt wrong. Well, more wrong than pretending to be a dead man to trick a crazy mage.

“Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!” I rushed to the bookshelf and grabbed a copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’. It was the only book I had read in the series and I had fallen in love with it. I had promised myself that I would buy more but I never got the money. “Yeah, girl,” she said smugly, “and I got you some others you might like…” I saw the other books and my jaw dropped. It was almost all the books on my reading wish list.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

The sound of sizzling like something was burning his skin was painful to the ear and he dropped it to the floor with a string of cuss words. “shit” he shook his hand out in front of him as if to shake away pain from his hand. “It was made by a witch; the witch engraved it with a spell. Now it Keeps the darkness from taking a hold of me” he said pointing to the ground where it now lay in the dust. He lifted his gaze to mine and with a soft blink of his eyes he opened them to reveal a fiery orange glow in his irises. A thick rumble of a growl echoed in my ears and before I knew it I was tossed behind Maverick and flanked by Levi as the two Kingsley brothers stood territorial in front of me and

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“I did it. You owe me the honor of buying you a coffee. And you have to share a drink with me. Right here. Right now.” Well… I suppose a promise is a promise. “Not bad, Tonks.” “W-What?” She falters, eyes wide. “You know my surname.” “Yeah?” It’s mandatory to know as much as possible about the people Willow hangs out with. I had certainly done my research on those who make up her inner circle. “Huh.” She steps back into her shoes. “I’m going to go get you a drink. Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”

There I saw her sitting on the cold cement floor with head supporting on the wall behind and arms chained to the silver chains on the walls. Her blue eyes were swollen with tears and her face as pale as a white sheet. She looked up at me and contined to stare "Your highness..I am here for her wolfsbane dose...can ..I...?" I nodded and the doctor filled his syringe with a grey fluid He went towards her and injected it into her arm Her eyes were still fixed at me and she didn't even flinch when the needle entered her skin. I remember the good days we spent together