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she said proudly. "Hey! I was about to tell her" he said angrily but she gave him a mischievous smile, "Hi Jim Hi Flora my name is Patricia as I have saw your secret so I am going to share mine with you I am werewolf" she said smiling, "Really? We never saw one in our life mom told us you exist but we never saw her" said Flora.

"Little girl, you've got a knack for speaking... By any chance, are you a poet or something?" The troll asked with an excited gleam on his eyes. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he looked at Audrey. "No, I'm not. I am certainly not one... I am a sorceress and I work with a wand" "Oh I see, that makes sense... By the way, my name is Cents." "Andrew here, nice to meet you... I hope to see you in the future too."

He guides us into the living room where the two dudes from the front door were sat on one of the sofas. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Freya and little Amelia" he smiles as we come to a stop in the centre of the room, the two guys look over wide eyed at me than back at Anthony "Freya these are my friends John and Aidan" he smiles pointing at the guys from behind me, wait that's more names! I have to remember a bunch of names to give to the police after this is all over, should I start writing them in a notebook? That would mean I need a notebook and a place to hide it.

“Come here. Look at this bloody thing.” From behind a half-collapsed gravestone, Iris emerged, brushing dirt from her palms. “What is it now? Did the battery go flat again?” “No,” Ron muttered, holding the wand out toward her like it was contaminated. “It picked up something. A reading. From the girl.” Iris blinked. “What girl?” “Moira’s niece. Lila.” At that, Iris’s expression shifted. She stepped forward quickly, snatching the wand from his hand and tilting it toward the light. The small, enchanted dial at its center was still pulsing faintly, yes, but unmistakably.

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

Alpha Damien said to Leo Potter and remembered what they were talking about before Kimnrtky interrupted. Leo Potter noticed the way Alpha Damien was looking at him and he could sense the Alpha was trying to say they should continue from where they stopped. “I promise I'll find the cat.” Leo Potter said to Alpha Damien and lowered his head. Alpha Damien stared at him for a while before he stood up and walked out of the chamber leaving only Leo Potter there. Leo Potter is a Wizard that lives in the castle because of the good deeds of his father by curing the past Alpha illness. Since that day the Alpha has blessed Leo's family to be treated like royalty and live in the castle forever or else t

Jacob could choose. We both went over and joined them on the blanket. “He sure is a handsome little fella, isn’t he?” Gabriel asked. Jacob was running his fingers through his shiny coat of golden brown hair as he relaxed on his lap. My baby girl was trying to reach over and touch him. “Yes, he is and look at his paws. It’s white, and he has a white patch of hair in the middle of his forehead. It looks like a heart shape.The others don’t have it.” Jacob said in a voice laced with excitement. I placed a finger gently on the little one’s forehead and said, “It really does look like a heart! And you’re right, Jakey, the others don’t have the same mark. This little one sure is unique. How about

The parchment groaned under the weight of the history it held. “I got his background,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on a specific page where the ink seemed darker, almost like it had been stained with dried blood. “Who is he?” I raised my brow, a cold sweat breaking out across my neck. I was terrified of the answer, but the silence was even worse. “The Puppet Master,” Patricia began, her voice gaining a haunting clarity. “He isn’t just some rogue or a random sorcerer. His name was Enrique, and according to these records, he was the son of—“

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.