Novel & Cerita Slytherin Artwork

The same one sitting on the side of my ribs. Always. We got the tattoo because of Severus Snape. Well, not him but his quote. I used to read the Potter books to the boys. I stole the first one from a bookstore randomly one day and fell in love with the story. For a couple of hours, I could escape from my sorry ass life and into Harry's. I couldn't stop talking about it and after some convincing got the boys to read the first book. The boys gave me the rest of the series for my next birthday. And I read the rest of the books to them.Jem loved the Weasley twins. Hunter thought Snape should be fired and Ryder thought Dumbledore was the real villain. Shade had a crush on Ginny and came to pity t

I held myself. He stood at the canvas. Studying it. "Torrent." He turned around his face angry. I stare at him. "Draco Torrent. He's the one that bit me and killed my parents?" "I'd know that wolf anywhere. The only difference is this wolf is black. Torrent was white with a black cross mark. But everything else is the same." I shrug. "That's what I saw."

One of them even yelled. "You are the liar!" "Really? What reasons do I have to lie to any of you? Susan , dear, if you please." Erik answered the accusation and invited Susan up to his side. Susan stood at Erik's right side and with a smile directed to the old student, moved her right arm diagonally, mirroring the action that Erik had early realized. And when she closed her hand in a grabbing motion, the sword that appeared was not Gryffindor's one, but it was similar. Slowly she pointed the sword to the old student, but changed its grip, dropping the sword perpendicularly to the ground, and showing its details to the students. Similarly, it was an equally finely crafted silvery long sword.

No matter what those men did, it didn't warrant such a horrible death. "I see you marvel at the works of my hand," he intoned, his voice filled with glee. Strong hands rested on her shoulders and twisted her enough to stare back at the carnage. "It didn't take long to carve out this beautiful piece out of them, mouthy." She squirmed in his arms, hating the lilt in his voice. This man here was deranged, mindless. As if he could read her thoughts, Draco hummed. "Only someone as mindless as I am would create such beautiful art, little bird," Draco said, tracing her skin with his dagger, the very one he'd used to butcher the males.

We spent nights debating art theories and studying the trickiest brushstrokes. "Congratulations, Scarlett. You did it." Levi handed me a glass of champagne and smiled warmly. I took the glass over and clinked it lightly against his before looking up at my painting, a massive oil canvas named "Unbound". On the canvas, a phoenix tore free from iron shackles as its wings of flame cut through the darkness and soared toward freedom. "Ms. Emberlyn's work is extraordinary, Mr. Archer," a renowned critic murmured with genuine awe. With a gentle smile on his lips, Levi turned to me with unconcealed pride and admiration shining in his eyes.

“I’m an artist, Sloane. I speak the language just fine. I just choose not to use the pretentious dialect.” Sloane smiled, a thin, sharp thing that didn't reach her eyes. “Oh? Then perhaps you can explain the iconographic significance of the pomegranate in the lower left quadrant. Or perhaps the subtle nod to Neoplatonism in the figure's posture? Since you’re so... fluent.” The class went silent. This was the Silvercrest version of a gladiator pit. Sloane wasn't just asking a question; she was trying to prove that no matter how much talent I had, I didn't have the 'pedigree'.

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

As we pass the magical creatures, Jess looks at the Salynx in confusion. “A Salynx is a mix between a Sable and a Lynx; sometimes it’s more Lynx than Sable but it’s mostly Sable Lynx.”, I explained to her. Continuing walking until we could see Mr. Sapping; Mr. Sapping is a half-breed, dark elves; this can get mixed up with Svartálfar, which is black elves. Many people are wary of dark elves, but since he’s the only one who sells potions, the town isn’t too wary of him.

As Gao yu walked up to meet with his classmate that was already there with professor Snapes as professor Snapes teach and give illlustration using different artifact that seemed to have been preserved through years. This is a molten image of Osíris, though it does not have anything to do with Asian mythology but it does not contrast Asian mythology that much and that is the exact reason we are talking about it, professor Snapes said as the students saw the sculpted man. Well students i think we are done with what we have for today, since the school have already prepared for where you would be staying then i guess it will do no bad going together, professor Snapes said before turning to shak

I didn’t want to be the first one to do so. “So will you take it or leave it?” the Shinigami open up his hand and he showed us different rings. Six golden rings with different styles, each of us got different animals with a beautiful design engrave like snake, wolf, crocodile, vulture, crow, and bat. I don’t know which one represents my personality but I choose crocodile without any further reason. Stefanie, the pale girl chooses the snake, Travis, the taller and handsome guy chooses the wolf, Belinda, the blonde woman chooses vulture, Professor Brendan, the hammer face Spanish looking guy chooses the crow and I guess with his physical attribute he looks like a teacher and Paris, the petite