Pansy From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

In this place especially. "If I may professor." The girl who had sneered as the other one trashed talked me spoke. She was pretty, no doubt. She was stunning, elegant. A cold beauty with her ice blue eyes and long platinum blonde hair that she kept up in a ponytail. Pointed nose and full pouty lips completed the look. His voice rang out again, “What do you think is more dangerous—power unacknowledged or power misunderstood Arya?” Arya, so that was her name.

I turned my attention back to the mirror, trying to mentally prepare myself, but my thoughts derailed when the door swung open with an audible bang. Standing there was Penny. My jaw practically hit the floor. She looked like she had just stepped straight out of an episode of Wednesday....black gown, black shoes, dark gothic makeup, even a black wig. She held an umbrella with the same casual authority Wednesday Addams herself would’ve admired. I blinked a few times, wondering if my brain had finally short-circuited. Penny folded her arms dramatically, giving me a side-eye that could cut through glass. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she snapped. “I’m still mad at you. But there’s no way in hell I'm

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

She looked normal, a typical skinny jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. Maybe I was stereotyping rebels these days. Yeah, I'd go along with that. Pandora had raven black hair that reached past her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes held a twinkle, like she was up to no good. That playful smirk she displayed on her lips was an indication she was indeed a troublemaker, looking for something to pass the time. I cleared my throat. Time to show her who’s boss. "You must be Pandora. I've heard about your tardiness issues."

"The names in grey ink are from people who once had access to the library's functions, the names in dark green ink are from people who still have it. The names are automatically updated by the school itself, so there's no need for manual input." Susan then, again, looked at the various books which were piled on the tables and called for a house-elf. "A house-elf, please." *pop* "How can Parchy help Lady Susan?" With a soft pop, an old looking female house-elf appeared by Susan's side. Susan looked at the old looking house-elf and asked. "Hello Parchy. Does Hogwarts still have house-elves specialized in carpentry?" "It does, Lady Susan. Woody and Nally are the best."

"I was just about to make a coffee, Do you want one?" "No, thanks."I looked around the kitchen and what view I had of the downstairs from where I stood."Where is Penelope?" "They were gone when I got back from my meeting."Harry proceeded making his coffee in his fancy state of the art coffee machine, like there was nothing to worry about. Maybe to him there wasn't but to me there was. I pulled out my phone and dialled his number but again it went straight to voicemail."I can't believe this." "I know my son is new to being a Father, but i'm sure there is nothing to worry about. He might have brought her to the park or something like that."

I scan the counter for a brush to try to tame my locks as the bathroom door opens in walking Anthony, I pull the towel slightly further up as he looks me up and down. "I wondered where you went off too, I see Amelia's awake" he smiles walking passed me and over to a smiling Amelia as I continue to look for a hairbrush "I'll go out in a bit to buy you some stuff as I know you left it all behind when we moved, but here you can borrow mine" he smiles reaching into the cupboard pulling a black hairbrush out, why didn't I look in the cupboard? That would have been the logical thing to do.

They had laugh, kissed themselves, and pulled me in a hug with glee. The second was when I was enrolled in kindergarten, there was this girl called Penny. An old lady in all black attire, was blowing curly black puffs like snakes at her, making her cough out blood unendingly. I had seen the lady, and jerked my finger towards her, with my face scrunched up in fear. The lady saw me, and smiled at me menacingly. Causing blood to drip down from her teeth, like some sort of Halloween trick. Her lips were reaching her elf like ears. Giving her this horrible sight. And out of fear, I had try to produce a sound, but I couldn't. All my classmates were busy with their work book, and couldn't see this

Frederick was slightly uncomfortable, and he said, "Actually, a simple massage would have been fine." "Don't be shy, Fred. We've already paid, and we certainly deserve the best service available!" John countered. A curvaceous woman in a seductive therapist's outfit approached them at that moment. She hung her head low, bowed slightly, and introduced herself in a soft voice, "Hello, I'm Pansy, masseuse number three." John was instantly captivated, his eyes fixating on her ample bosom, which seemed ready to burst out of her clothing. It seemed the manager's claims were spot on; just by Pansy's appearance, John felt his money was well spent.