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“I know that it wasn’t your choice to have a mate, and you pretty much avoided me until recently. I mean, you barely know me…” He places his thumb against my bottom lip and lifts my chin up until I’m facing him. “You have an odd obsession with chocolate-covered bacon but hate twinkies. Your favorite color is blue, and you love all animals, especially dogs. You have a green thumb and have filled your apartment with plants and a small herbal garden. Though you’re friendly, you’re wary of people, which I attribute to that wanker father of yours leaving. You love adventure and are not scared of heights, snakes or insects. Your favorite book is Anne of Green Gables, and you love watching musicals

He has about triple the amount of followers that we have. Just from where I stand, pushed behind Raf, I can see that he has vampires, werewolves, goblins, trolls, dark elves, witches, sirens, wendigos, demons, dark knights, druids and gargoyles. He has truly magical creatures, most with a predilection for being evil. I am not surprised in the least. But I am worried. Very, very worried.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

New characters emerged, each with their own unique insights and abilities. One such character was Sirus, a reclusive scholar rumored to have deciphered ancient texts that held the key to the impending catastrophe. His abode was a remote tower nestled in the heart of an enchanted forest. The heroes ventured into this mystical woodland, guided by the faint glimmers of arcane symbols that marked the path.

"My name is Rose." She laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "You learn fast. I like you." She finally released my face, straightening her skirts. "My name is Madame Marie. Head of the Establishment of Midnight." Her eyes raked over me. "The Crown Prince asked that I personally induct you into Midnight, and I can see why he has taken a liking to you. Pale skin and red hair." She reached out to touch a strand of my hair. "You are a rarity."

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What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

She also wondered where the sorceress had kept the grimoire, she must have some sort of a magical pocket or something. "What are you going to do?" "Summon my spirit animal." Cassandra gasped in bewilderment. "Oh, you mean like your Patronus?" "You know the dead language, too?" "Well, no, I just read...ah...never mind," she said with a shake of her head then took the leather-covered book and opened it on her lap. Cassandra had heard of people talking about discovering their spirit animals all the time. She'd even seen T-shirts reading 'Sloth is my spirit animal', but now the thought of them actually summoning one was quite a wondrous thing to do.

Rejected. "He will be quiet, do not mind him." the wizard said. "Just keep on reading your book." Taegen just cleared his throat and took a sip of the tea. Ruvyn looked at Jimmy and smiled. "Eat," he whispered. Jimmy nodded shyly as he looked at the Wizard's shiny purple eyes that had the power to make you feel happy during a moment. He lifted his head to see what was on the table. "Woah," he mumbled quietly to himself when he saw all the different dishes prepared only for breakfast. The table was filled with colours and luxurious pastry; Caramel apple cinnamon rolls, stuffed toasts, cranberry orange pancakes...