Poppy Pomfrey Novels & Stories

I did not want her to see me here nor did I want to lose the chance of stopping her meeting with the small doctor. I stormed out of the room and grabbed one of the students walking by. "Where are the small doctor and her friends?" I asked. "Small doctor? The student asked, looking confused. "I haven't heard about her. Who is she?" She asked. "Yeah. Oh, I mean Renae Hart. Renae Hart," I responded, shaking the student slightly. "Oh! The pregnant healer! I saw her entering the potion room," the student responded, looking amused. Fuck! I had forgotten all about the potion room. I left the student and raced down. A few students who recognized me greeted me but I paid no attention.

I tucked that knowledge into the back of my mind. Professor Pops came forward. "She's just a girl, Oberon. You saw she was near blood and didn't feed. She's no more an animal than I am. Rethink this madness, my friend." I fought back the tears. Professor Pops truly was my protector, more of a father even than my own. Oberon directed his men with his eyes, and suddenly Professor Pops was being held back by several chayot. I wondered where Kenmei was.

Zephyr smiles at me, while I was getting more headache because now I just have more duty in my hand. “I hope Poppy will accept my offer, imagined that I need to manage everything without any help.” I sighed and look at the maids who brought all of my items to my room. “Who’s Poppy?” Asked Elm. “She was my friend, a human, and a good friend when I was in high school, I decide to ask her to become my personal assistant,” I answered him, while yawning, I know most of them prefer to sleep before dusk, since they thrive on the moonlight.

I nudge the door open with my shoulder. Poppy is perched on the edge of Jaxon’s bed. She’s clean and wearing clothes I don’t recognise; she must’ve been given some at the healer’s cabin. She looks both too young and far too grown up at the same time. Her eyes meet mine, wide and tired, but calm. “Hey,” I smile gently before nudging the door shut behind me. “I brought coffee.” Her gaze drops to the cups in my hands, and a flicker of gratitude flashes over her face. She takes one of the cups carefully, both hands wrapped around it like she needs the warmth.

“Who taught you that sentence?” “Auntie Rhea. Or Hazel. They sound the same when they’re mad.” Poppy picked up the mini croissant, examining it first with reverence, as if it were a sacred object. The sticky note that read For Poppy was already lying beside her plate. She opened it, smelled it, then took a small bite. Her face immediately lit up. “That is a healing croissant.” “Of course it is,” I muttered. She chewed twice, then looked at me from beneath her bangs. “Mommy.”

Something that was apparently easy for most beginners but she couldn’t master it. Poppy glared at the grass, even though she knew it wasn’t trying to be stubborn. She just didn’t have it in her. Not that she could tell, despite what Morgana and Sion and Elvira or the others said. She wasn’t a daughter of Hecate. They were mistaken. They had to be. There was no way plain Jane Poppy was anything special. She was just a girl trying to make it in a world that punished people who weren’t rich or beautiful.

"Oh, just their own banter. Madam. Poppy wanted to be the magical deeds teacher at the school but Kellen beat her and she's just bitter. She will get over it. She has been asked to teach magical properties of trees and she doesn't like that very much. She wants practical things,” mama said and I already liked madam Poppy then. I also would rather practise other than learning theory. “Serena? Serena! Wake up! It's been long enough," I heard that voice and I knew it was Eva calling me back. Maybe I would have another chance with mama.

ROSALINE "Rose" I looked up from the file I was holding to see Henry walk in. he was part of the head doctors of this hospital and a friend. I kept him as a friend because I knew he liked me more than one. I knew better than to let him in. being born into the mafia had a lot of consequences for me. I couldn't have close friends, just superficial ones that won't actually care if I was missing. It was better that way. "How's the patient?" I asked him. He shrugged, "He woke up after the surgery and began to ask if I was his boyfriend." I chuckled, "That's amusing."

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

When I returned, she was sitting upright, waiting. Still silent. Still broken. But waiting. The maids stood quietly at the door, witnessing everything. I met their eyes, and something shifted in the way they looked at me. One of them, Anna, I think her name was, stepped forward with a fresh blanket and draped it over Lysandra’s shoulders. She tensed, but she did not move, she was allowing us to help her. Progress. When the others left, the headmistress stepped inside. An older woman, stern, but kind. “I raised her when her mother passed.”