Terry Boot Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

“And just let me know tomorrow.” ~KAHLAN AND THE CASTLES~ I walked into the hotel room, eager to see Terry, who was unpacking his suitcase. He stood shirtless and in jeans, showing off a well kept body. His dark shaggy hair was wet, and I could tell he had just finished cleaning himself up. “Terry Berry!” I yelled with a squeak in my voice. He quickly turned around. “Kay Jewelers!” he shouted back as he let me run into his arms. “Look at you. You look amazing!”

My wrists were bleeding. Two of them held my legs down, and I felt my strength fading as the potion took effect. I saw Teresa watching the camera with satisfaction. Just as I was about to faint, a figure burst into the cave. He shoved the werewolves aside, and his guards rushed in to drag them out. When the cave cleared, I saw it was Harry. He turned to Teresa and slapped her. “Who told you to do this?” he roared. “I’m sorry… I just wanted… if this happened, you would have to choose me!” Teresa whimpered.

Since Red Diamonds was our favorite club to hang out at, both me and Allie were quite familiar with Terry who just so happened to have his shift almost every time we come here. Terry, although his real name was something else but apparently he didn't like it since he thought it wasn't as cool as his personality (his words, not mine), was in his early 20s, studying photography and in his sophomore year. He had blonde hair with green eyes and a friendly air around him that made you want to talk to him. However, there were some instances when he tried to get a little too friendly with his cool suggestive innuendos that made me want to whack him upside his head. But apart from that, Terry was a

That’s when he finally let out a short whimper of pain, grabbing his shoes then throwing it away. Terry was wrong. He didn’t break ten bones. Ruan broke his entrie foot!

“What the hell? Is this real?” Terry blinked at me, his figure misty. He had dark, tousled hair, and he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. His piercing blue eyes held a hint of mischief, and his smile was both captivating and haunting. As he glided through my room, inspecting my things with curiosity, I could only watch in disbelief. For a ghost, Terry was pretty damn fine. And he looked normal too—apart from the fact that his feet never touched the ground and he was see-through. But aside from that, he looked like an average teenage guy. A handsome one. Stop it, Kerry. Don’t simp for the ghost.

"I don't care about that. I'm just happy you found me." Terry then kneeled in front of the cell door and inspected it. After a moment, he tried casting a spell, which failed. Seeing him trying to cast spells, I told him, "Terry, there's warding in here to prevent you from using spells." "Then I'll just have to use brute force." Terry got to his feet, took out his sword, and swung it as hard as he could at the lock on the door. Lucky for us, the cell was made from ordinary metal, so Terry was able to break the lock relatively easily.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

I pulled my head back and waved my hand in front of me to disperse the air. I looked inside the box with a raised brow. Lying on top of red silk cloth was a wand-like device but longer. It was about the same size as a sword. I grabbed the wand from the box with a raised brow. “Sir Terrence? I don’t know if this is obvious but I am a tamer. Not a witch. How can an overgrown wand be suitable for me?” Nate came closer to my side and observed the strange wand with me as well. Terrence simply laughed at our ignorance as he carefully placed the box on the ground. “It’s not a wand. Rather, it’s a dual weapon. Would you like me to show you?” He asked.

Philip nodded and said, “I do. You’re from the Harrod family, aren’t you? But so what? Do you think that I’ll let you go because of that?” He picked up the teapot and smashed it over Terence’s head again. Terence was ready for it this time and dodged perfectly, but the teapot took a turn and hit him on the head all the same.

I can’t help but start to form scenes in my head. I remember he was this mysterious when we started our Booty Call Agreement. I would receive red dresses from him with coded location and he made it interesting to find him. I look at my book shelf, one of those books has the Sudoku he gave me, I never solved it. Why? She pushes the seat on my dresser and requests I sit. “my name is Karen and this is my team, Arthur and Susan.” She points at the other lady and the mean drag Queen. “So relax, as you can see this our portfolio and have an impression of our work and a range to choose from.”