Novel & Cerita Snape Fan Art

◇NO POV◇ For world Aurthur might be cruel but infront of viranica he is the most sweetest man he can't even raise his voice infront of her the side which world never seen from Aurthur was seen by viranica sun rays hitting viranica's eyes she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face beside her she pushed him away with one push but he is in deep sleep so moved and slept again some evil idea popped in viranica's brain she went near the sketch and brought it she started face art first she wrote monkey on his forehead later she drawn danger symbol bones and everything, she drew two fangs near his lips, she wrote monster on his face

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

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.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

All you could do would be the clashing from their swords. Franz back-dashes and summons his snakes from the bottom of the sea. A horde of snakes is merging out of the sea and heading to Varz. Franz can be seen standing on one of them. “Dragon, the symbol of lust. An incarnation of a brainless one who always follows his lust only. Saamp Stampaidai!” Franz exclaimed.

I cooed as he enjoyed my affection. Ironically, I named him after a Harry Potter character, but he seemed to like it. Plus, Nagini in the film was a girl, but my Nagini is a male and a familiar. Once my magic grew stronger, Nagini appeared from my magic and took a form of a snake, a cunning and sneaky creature representing the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. Another is that although they are considerably beautiful, getting close to one can cause destruction. "But-"

The black snake let out a long enraged hiss and lunged at the annoying scoundrel of a sorcerer. But, before he could get to Phoenix, the latter pressed his palms together and four replicas suddenly materialized. They, with solemn faces, launched spheres of black mist at the black snake, causing it to cease its charge and focus on dodging rather. The other snakes were shocked. High-level sorcerer! "Darling, come back. Let's give him what he wants. He can take our treasures," the pink snake called out to her spouse in distress.

She turned to the other members of the council and continued. ” It’s like a contest between us, they will show us how distinguished they are and we are going to show them that we are the best knights they’ve ever seen. So, it’s time de commencer the selections.” Meanwhile, somewhere in the wild, motionless on a lake, Dora levitated, a wooden bow in his hands, his eyes closed. Beneath him, waves and bubbles occasionally tore the surface. "Snipe Art…" A gigantic shadow appeared under the water and the next moment a colossal black snake appeared, mouth open under the young man.

Vardan hadn't just bitten him, he had planted a claim that burned through his nerves. Sora grabbed a blank canvas from the wall. He needed a distraction. He sat on a high wooden stool, dipping a broad brush into pitch-black paint and slashing it across the surface. The lines were jagged, sharp, and aggressive. But when he closed his eyes, those burning gold pupils in the darkness of the bar haunted him. Unconsciously, his fingers reached for the ochre paint. He traced a sharp circle resembling a predator’s eye in the center of his dark mess.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece