Rosier Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I sighed against the table, I still have a long way to go before I am able to be fully confident in my magic to be powerful enough to tear down the magic shielding the castle. I heard a tender knock on the door. I knew who it was, and almost immediately the doors was opened and Rosalie marched in with a tray of drinks and snacks. I smiled at her, joining her on the wide bed. I pulled a muffin pie to my lips. "Hmmm. It gets better by the day" I pointed at the muffin. Rosalie blushed a little, stuffing her mouth as well. She was a wolf and one of the many friends Chris introduced to me. Apparently, there's a lot of people in the castle that hates being here just as much as I do.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Cut ribbon around us, our hands fell to our waists. "Oh, I want to go first!" Rosy chirruped, dashing to the table before anyone could stop her. She took the healer's kit. "I want to be like Eir! Cooking can be healing, you know, and my cooking is Magick – so why not heal people like Maren does?"

Osiris asks as he leans in closer to me. Chewing on my bottom lip, I try to think of the most insulting thing I could call him. "Cupcake," I say with a smile on my face. But the look on Osiris's face does not falter. "Is that because I smell like vanilla?" "Sandalwood, actually," I say without thinking. "So you were smelling me," Osiris smiles. "Shut up," I grunt.

Shishir turned towards her and walking backward said, “I will be back very soon, you go home and rest. If you need anything text me. I will be there with it.” “But I need you…” the voice inside her said for which a curve formed on her lips. Seeing the smile on her face Shishir melted down. But soon after he flipped to the other side, Ojaswi’s smile faded away and in no second she was in panic seeing Harry walking towards her with a bunch of fresh rose in his hand. As Shishir and Harry came across one another, they collided with one another but Shishir didn’t give any glance and walked away.

The little girl pushed Harry away and said softly, "Harry, why are you here?" Harry happily said: "Because I promised Olivia I would definitely go to the same school as you! Olivia, did you know, we were placed in the same class!" Harry took Olivia's hand and pulled her aside, then he took off his book bag, took a rose from it, and gave it to Olivia. “Olivia, this is the flower I picked in my garden, for you. Olivia enjoys admitting the flower, smiling as fresh as the full moon, “Thank you, Harry, I love it! Harry did not know that roses symbolize love, but felt that the flower was very beautiful, so he wanted to give it to Olivia.

The Sorceress stared at her quizzically but didn't reply. “Can a spell be placed over a book to prevent a random person from reading it?” Before the Sorceress could reply, the door to the house creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped inside. Grim. Rose’s heart skipped a beat, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from the lingering effects of their last kiss. Okay, she couldn't lie. It was the kiss. His eyes scanned the room, but his gaze never got to her. Instead, he turned to the Sorceress, his tone urgent. “There’s been another attack,” he said, his voice low and tense. “I need you to see it this time.”