Ron Weasley Year 4 の小説・ストーリー

Third Person Perspective Ron Ron stared at the wall for a long time. His chest was rising and falling fast. His hands were shaking. His jaw was tight. His head was spinning. “What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low and cold. Hermoine stood near the door. She didn’t look afraid. She was used to this. “I said Salvatore has merged your pack with Brimstone,” she repeated. “Winterclove is no longer on its own. It belongs to him now.”

That’s when I noticed tears shining on Harry’s cheeks, each drop glinting in the light like tiny crystals as they rolled down. “Mum, am I a monster?” he asked, his voice cracking. I frowned, a wave of protectiveness rising in me. “No! Where did you get that idea?” My heart ached at the thought of him feeling this way. “Then why does my finger grow long every time?” He spread his little hands wide, and my stomach sank as I saw blood stains on his palm and shirt. He probably got them from trying to hide the fingers from his friends. He has been experiencing imbalance shifting at just four years old. At barely this age, he was already showing signs of being a werewolf which was a transformation

Zeda blinked twice, trying to pull herself back from her thoughts of Lucian. “Debtor?” Vyr questioned, looking from Torvin to Zeda. Torvin flashed his cocky smile and winked at Zeda, who couldn’t help a small, reluctant smile of her own. “Remind me not to get on your bad side, Zeda,” Rylan said, watching the video for a second time. “Like... damn,” Draven drawled. “But how is this possible?” Ava asked, looking perplexed. “A four-elemental Mage? She’s only in her first year.”

“I mean, we wolves were poorly represented in the novel but I still love the book.” Akira looked up to Orion with a knowing smile, “I bet I know your favourite catchphrase from the books?” Orion stopped in his tracks, he loved moments like this with his little human, “I am listening.” “Ten points from Gryffindor…” Akira yelled, channeling her inner Snape. Orion looked at her with admiration And surprise in his eyes, “and how did you figure that out?” Akira who was still trying to catch her breath raised her index finger, she caught her breath and replied, “that spell did not only reveal things about me.”

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

whispered Cynthia in Ada's ears. " Ya, what a rude douchebag ." said Ada in a slightly high pitch again. " Hey you miss picture perfect, you need to teach your friend how to whisper," said the boy looking at Cynthia. Cynthia gazed at Ada and Ada this time 'WHISPERED ' sorry. Cynthia passes a funny smile towards her just realising that how innocent Ada she behaves like a 6-year-old kid. As they reached the 4th floor and the lift's door opened, they just saw a tall and a bit chubby girl with long black hair wearing an oversized t-shirt with jeans. She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically.

"What I always do at the beginning of every class grade." Harry smiled as he reminded himself that his friend had been the School Prefect, straight, for four years. "You realise this is the twelfth grade, which means the last year in highschool, you should really prepare a much more, should I say, 'memorable speech'." "Boy, you really do underestimate me, don't you?" said Anderson, a wry smile drawn across his face. "Okay, okay," said Harry, hands in the air as if to say, "you win." "I shouldn't have underestimated you."

he called out. Suddenly, a loud noise came from inside, and Ron was scared out of his wits. He quickly pushed the door open to see that the previously tidy room had become completely messy. The bed sheets were torn, and the items on the table had fallen onto the ground. Winston, Ron's younger brother, sat on the carpet with his back towards Ron, holding a bunch of pink heart-shaped balloons in one hand and revealing sharp claws in the other as he pierced each balloon with a fierce expression on his face.

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.

I ignored Sera and went back to my lessons. Monday would be the first day of the new year at the academy. Even with Sera yelling like a crazy person, I couldn't stifle my excitement. I always looked forward to the opening ceremony. Abernathy presented me with an orb, which allowed me to see which house the new students belonged in. Sometimes I wondered whether I should use the orb on myself to discover which house I belonged to, but I was too chicken. In A Study on Charms, I would teach the class how to select an object suitable for a magical charm.