Pansy Parkinson Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Everything seemed pretty normal, from her days at work to the plans she had with her friends. I turned to the next page, ready to skim the rest of the book when a familiar name made me pause. September 22 Dear Diary, Today I met one of the owners of the Panic room. It's a new club that opened up a few months ago; Jenny, Diana, and I have been dying to get in to check it out, but it's impossible to get into, or it was until today. I accidentally walked into the hottest guy I had ever met, and after a few apologies, we started talking.

She smiled lightly before turning solemn as she said, “ What are you saying, Harley? How can you push someone forward like this? Have you forgotten that Logan is currently obsessed with that witch? Watch you back or else he will be upset with you.” Harley stiffened upon hearing Greta’s advice but then she summoned her courage and then said, “ What do you mean? Did I say anything wrong?” She paused and added, “ In the pack, only she knows how to enter the black market of the witches and she does have some sort of grudge with Elder Parkinson, if she wants to harm him then killing Amelie is the easiest thing for her to do.” “ How dare she!” Elder Parkinson was angered to the extent that he wa

I found myself trapped in those clear eyes! My palms sweat in panic. I smelt something unfamiliar and couldn't decide whether it smelled good or bad. It was simply strong; I could almost taste it in my mouth. "Ate Raya?" Anya's voice was in the distance. It was her soft tug on my dress that finally broke the spell. As though struck by the wild wind, I stumbled back and panted for air. "Soraya?" Willy's hands were on me to keep me from falling. The lady couldn't help me because of the silver tray in her hand with two syringes on the surface and a clean white cloth.

She looked deeply into his eyes, immediately falling under his hypnosis. “Becca Hertford, where is the potion?” “Which potion?” she questioned back. “The vampire potion,” he said clearly. “Do you know where the vampire potion is?” She breathed out, “I don’t know.” If the hypnosis didn’t work on Becca, Alexander would be confused whether she was lying or not. But since her eye color turned black due to his hypnosis, he was sure that she wasn’t lying at all. “Well, then,” he spoke up, “Do you know anything about the vampire potion?”

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.