Puppet Pals: Snape Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

He tried to continue with the class normally, but I noticed that he was super attentive to each of my friend’s gestures. He started with the introductions, although something told me that this was not exactly what he had planned. I knew he did it just for Primrose. He wanted to learn more about her. Frowning, I analyzed his every move. Something about him didn’t please me, not at all. Why would a sorcerer be connected to a human? It did not make sense! When it was my turn, I got up from the seat with a sarcastic smile. “I’m Sienna, I’m 17 years old, and I’m not the target of his attention so please continue.”

She then dragged him away with her before he could say anything. Sirius instinctively tried to push her away. However, her soft hand held onto him tightly. It was a magical feeling. He never had such close contact with anyone before. For some reason, he did not fling her hand away. He simply let her drag him away. Little Cupcake did not bring him far away. They headed to a shop next to the school. “Do you know how to play this?” she asked him after stopping in front of a claw machine. Sirius glanced at the machine and rolled his eyes. This was a machine that only girls liked to play with. He was not interested in it at all.

― 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.

"Show your face, you sneaky witch. Who are you? Why are you busy disrupting my portals? If it's the last thing I do, I will kill you today." By this time, the huge water snake had lowered Harold and the crew down. He released them in the middle of the werewolves. When Harold tried to reach for his wand, he discovered that apart from his eyes, mouth, ears and nose. His body was paralyzed. He could not move an inch and neither were Tina and Carla. They could not move any of their limbs as well. "You vile snake, what did you do to me?" The snake hissed angrily but slithered away towards the other snakes. Apollo laughed together with Poseidon.

He helped Filip acquire this special potion just to win Lucas. Lucas staggered backwards as the very image he had feared these past few days was staring him in the face. It was as though he was seeing something. Each time he looked at his opponent Filip, he saw Sabrina. Filip smiles mischievously, knowing fully well that Lucas has been enchanted. Filip got up, taking the victory and leaving none behind. Lucas heaved out slow sighs as he lay there, fallen to the ground, badly beaten. His whole body ached from the bruises as he stayed in a pool of his own blood.

Chapter 17 : Lila’s POV “You absolute drama queen, you’re going to survive one text from an arrogant hockey player.” I said it out loud to my ficus, which was doing a spectacular job of not caring, and dumped water into its pot with far more aggression than a plant deserved. In your dreams. Those were the words I sent an hour ago, and I still felt weirdly proud of myself for typing them. Even if I’m lowkey regretting it now.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

"Use this as collateral." "But—" "Sirius holds special authority to dictate the Duke's whereabouts. If you intend to detain him without knowing that, you had better refresh your knowledge." The guards exchanged hesitant looks before finally nodding and stepping aside to make way. Derrick offered Selen a brief glance, not expecting the young man to follow him this far. "How do you know about the magic trap?" Selen urged his horse forward to match his pace, his eyes still laden with suspicion, though he did recall a servant matching that description, and Matthew had been instructed to keep watch on her. "And about the green-eyed mage?"