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Before a bunch of girls busted in through the door, their yelling marking their signature entrance. "He was like damn, like he been robbed but he can't do shit" A lady that quite frankly resembled Tiffany Haddish yelled as she walked to Harry. "He was like nine, nine" Another sickly mimicked as they threw shopping bags unto the table. "Hey girls" He greeted before they pulled up some nicely packed wad of cash from their pockets, handing it over to him. "Why do I smell some kind of fetish here?" I asked, prompting them to stare at me.

Their Torment The reaction of the Seringue shackle was immediate. Coursing with magic generated by that single word. Sending vibrations through her body which she had never experienced before. Miernephen’s back bowed violently, and her legs moved further open in involuntary offering. She’d lost control of her flesh which now yearned desperately for something she didn’t understand.

Harry quirked his eyebrows; he had been watching Chris and saw his lips curling up in a mysterious arc. “I don’t want more…. I want to take it all back.” Chris ignored Harry’s question and narrowed his eyes. “What do you have in mind?” Henry hooked his eyebrows. “I heard that Grandpa Walter has invested heavily on the Netherworld entertainment park project.” Chris’s lips hooked into a devilish grin “Tell me, what would happen if the project met with trouble midway through?” “Wicked.” Simon nodded in appreciation while both Henry and Mark spoke in unison “No” “Huh?” Chris looked from Mark to Henry with a confused gaze.

"Nick? What's she talking about?" "When mom and I went to Uncle Harry's after he died, I found a Neuro Submission Transmitter. It makes people submissive to you and..." I let my voice trail off, hanging my head. "Is that it?" Susan asks, pointing to the bag. I shake my head. "No, it's not that simple, Susan." Mom's voice rising as she gets all worked up. "Those are DVDs that Harry made of his... what do you call them, Nick? Test subjects? Guinea pigs? What?"

She took the stairs down and paused by the door of the main chamber when she heard Connery’s voice within. “I will need some things,” Connery said in an echo of her own thoughts. “And a workspace where I won’t be interrupted. You know how sensitive the ingredients are Harry.” “Oh, believe me, I was sweating the entire time I was distributing those nasty little pouches around that high school, but the explosion was marvellous,” Harry replied. “There’s a bunch of witches in the other warehouse who should be able to assist you. And Meguitte, of course. She might have some tricks of her own.”

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

I grab a pouch from a nearby desk and place the bloodroot in the pouch along with a knife. “What in the Harry Potter... Is the ceiling moving?!” She shrieks. I chuckle, “It's depicting our galaxy as it moves in real-time.” She blinks in astonishment, then her face contorts into a mask of guilt. “What’s wrong?” I ask in concern.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

"Dr. Harrison?" The initially dazed Hector quickly put on a smile as he welcomed our director, Jared Harrison. "Dr. Harrison, you're back. I thought you'd be attending the conference for a couple of days." Jared's expression was grim as he slammed a document onto the table. "Good thing I came back just in time to stop all hell from breaking loose." The room instantly fell silent. The colleagues who had been yanking on my collar quietly let go. Jared strode over, helped me to my feet, and turned to glare sharply at those who had shoved me.

I said raising both my brows continuously. “I will pick the movie we’ll be watching.” It’s 7 pm and half of our bodies are both muffled under her blanket as we watch Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Don’t think anything odd, I am not really into Harry Potter stuffs but I think I am beginning to like it because of her. The movie is really good. “Oh no, run Harry Potter, run!” she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the screen of the laptop. “Seriously, Shane? We both know that Harry will not die. This is the third time we are watching this.”