Potter Stinks Badges Novels & Stories

asked Mey, sounded so surprised. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. My friend flinched and looked at Mey nervously. "Do you like it?" Mey shook her head and his smile was gone. "Are you kidding? I love it!!" She proceeded to throw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. It seemed that she no longer cared about her dad possibly throwing a murderous glare at their way.

"Ahem, anyways why a- What in the- What the hutch is that? Hutch being with an 'e' instead of 'ut' and 'k' instead of 'h'." "What? Oh you meant heck?" The person behind the gifts said loudly. I didn't know if saying gifts was a justice to all those things. It looked like Val got any and every thing he could grab. I frowned at him. "These are for my boy or girl - I mean if you lied, the other day about him being a boy, one can never be too careful. But this idiot just couldn't carry the damn teddy bear."

"Am here to represent the Peters. Unimportant issues should be left at home. We are here to work." "Someone get her a coat" he ordered and a man was immediately up on his feet, taking off his upper coat as he threw it around her bare shoulders. Her eyes widened in shock. "If you are here for work, dress like one, we don't accommodate sluts" Damien told her and she gasped in shock while the room roared in laughter but Damien was not smiling. "Sit down before I throw you out from this building" he threatened and she immediately took her seat. "Let's begin"

“If you see him, you’d kneel even if you don’t want to!” Larry waved his hand while in the middle of his speech. His personal assistant then carried an exquisite box and opened it slowly in front of everyone. A badge with the name “Patel” carved on it appeared. The badge seemed extremely ancient, as if it were made during the medieval ages. The meaning that the badge represented would make anyone shiver to their core.

His mouth remained a little parted as he watched me throw the cancer stick on the concrete and squished it under my converse. "What the fuck Bella?!" Haiden hissed after he regained his composure and buried his shock. My sharp glare pinned him quickly as I pointed a finger at his chest. "These aren't even good for you Haiden! They're dangerous and referred to as cancer sticks for a reason. Don't shorten your life span just to look cool. I just did you a favor. " I snapped.

Their faces were half-hidden under black hoods, but he recognized the insignia stitched into one of their jackets — a red serpent curling around a dagger. He knew that mark. He’d seen it two years ago — on the arm of a man named Davor, leader of a smuggling ring he and Reese had taken down in Prague. Davor’s entire network had gone dark after the operation. Apparently, not dark enough. “Well,” Stefan said coolly, “if this is a reunion, you could’ve sent an invitation.” The man at the front laughed — sharp and cold. “You always had jokes, Detective Maynard.” Stefan’s muscles tightened. “You’ve got the wrong idea or should I say you're too late. I’m not a detective anymore.”

“I did not find any magical resonance among their spoils of war.” Every teacher had left perception magic on the badges, and there would be some magical resonance when they approached them. Professor Morgan had checked through those badges one by one but did not find any traces of familiar magical fluctuation. Evidently, the badges from Adrian’s team were not among those on the table. Professor Shunks also went over there and checked with the same method as Professor Morgan. He got the same result as Professor Morgan. “Professor Alberts, do you suspect the student named Andrew?”

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik