The Harry Potter Fan Club Novels & Stories

he said with a smile. "You are jealous?" he asked with a mischievous face. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just asking for an explanation promise," I said annoyed. "Fine, let me explain. The group that I told you yesterday is called the 21 Club (Twenty-One Club). The group consists of 21 people, our classmates in high school. Our school is specifically for the most affluent or influential families in this city," explained. "Like a wealthy and powerful group that was viral recently?"

he asks, snagging his phone from me to check it out. “Love it,” I tell him. “But I’ve never been fond of the band’s followers being labeled the Communicable Diseases.” “Warner and marketing came up with that for our fan club,” he informs me, something I already knew. “Aren’t you a member of our fan club?” His expression of worry that I’m not as loyal to the band as he thought nearly rips my heart in half. “I’ve been a proud fan club member since the club’s inaugural year,” I say proudly.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

, his “club.” Is that the kind of organization Alex is talking about? I think of Colt Wuckert and his Club of Eight. Wuckert wants me to be a part of their club. After giving me that gold pocket watch, he hasn't contacted me again. I've been meaning to ask my dad for more details but keep missing the opportunity. "Tell me about this organization," I say. Alex smiles. "Can't tell you about it. They're elite, with strange requirements." He waves a hand. "Just call Hester and see if he can push it."

Chen Hanlong clapped so desperately that his hands turned red. "Sir, are you also a fan of Tang Rou?" A girl in front turned back and asked. Chen Hanlong was slightly stunned and then nodded quickly. "Yes. I listened to her songs when I was... I mean, I've been a big fan of Tang Rou since I first heard her sing." "In this case, are you interested in joining our fan club?" asked the girl. "Fan club? Whose fan club?" Chen Hanlong looked puzzled. "You are so stupid. Of course, it’s Tang Rou’s fan club. I am the vice president. Although you are a little older, you can join us with my permission."

We know the online world of Carmen fans , haters too are gonna clap back strong. We have to be there for Luna , so Luna can take care of Carmen for us! We owe her that much respect, holds that much power in our community.

I don't want to brag or anything but those three girls are the head of the Hailey May Collins fan club. I'm not bragging at all because I don't like it. Basically, they are just a group of Hailey wannabes that try to act like me but ended up looking like total b*tches. Plus, they are a wee bit aggressive. They tried to befriend me once, but I wasn't interested.

Now Peter who turned to lose patience, seeing that stupid face clearly showed his friend did not catch the meaning of his words. “Fans! fans! I mean they're your fans.” “Fans?” “Yes, they're official members of your fanbase. Don't you know all this time at school the girls create a fan club for you?” Andy even turned upset, feeling that Peter was playing joke. “You're kidding, I didn't know there was such a thing! You thought I'd believe it.” “Really, I'm not making up a story. In this school, making a fan club like that is common. And you're not the first one to become an idol of school.” Peter so wanted to laugh at the unique, interesting, funny reactions that Andy showed.

“What do you mean?” “They all disliked the fact that Harry went to this sort of places”, Henry said, pointing at the rainbow flag at the entrance of the club. Eric wondered how he didn’t see it before. “I don’t dislike it”, Eric shrugged, “as long as it doesn’t get out of hand. He just danced and got drunk with his friends. Does he come here often?” Henry nodded, “You’re going to have to get used to his friends, though. I know they’re not the best”.