Snuffles Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Arthur also asked Elsa to put her head on his other shoulder but Elsa deny because she took snoopy from the bag and settled him on her lap to play, but snoopy groggily fell asleep on her lap instead of playing. "Hahaha, looks like snoopy didn't want to wake up. Elsa, you also rest then you and snoopy will feel energetic after we reach home," Arthur suggested and Elsa also agreed as there is nothing to do, besides take a rest. So Elsa closed her eyes, resting her head against the window. But they didn't notice that snoopy opened his eyes long ago, also you can say the spell didn't work, all just he acted. He was closely watching Elsa and there was some kind of adoring in his eyes for Elsa.

Without even moving from her seat, Susan immediately said, not even giving enough time for the rest of the table to raise their hands. "Ms. Lovegood." "Luna Lovegood, first year. Where can I find a Crumple-Horned snorkack?" Erik laughs, but not because it's a funny question. He laughs because it's a different one, and one that he had never received. "Small pig-like creature, with a hairy purple body and small crumpled horn on its head?" Luna, with her adorable face and big eyes nods her head at the description of the elusive creature.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

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

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

another muttered. “I just started, okay? This is, like, day one. Everyone’s first spell is a mess.” “My first spell was a weather manipulation hex that saved a village from drought,” Mr. Yellow quipped. “Mine was a growth spell,” said a potato from the shelf. “My cousin became an oak tree. Good times.” I groaned and sat down, the glitter-chicken gently laying an egg near my boot with a pop of confetti. Fantastic. “I am cursed. I am wolfless. I am surrounded by petty produce and judgemental pests. And now I’m the clown princess of poultry summoning.”

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

She opened herself to the shadows. She would have seen the possibilities for everyone around her. Harry Potter has it right. Chocolate. – Grams Knuckles opened the door of Nessie’s room. Standing in the hallway, Siobhan handed him a bag of chocolate candy and a cup of hot cocoa. “According to Grams, Harry Potter has more things right than the paranormal shows. When she’s feeling better, she needs to call Grams or Moira.” “Okay. She was so cold. She’s in the tub right now.” He said taking the items from her.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.