Voldemort Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

I paused and gave him a sarcastic smile, “but if you say the magic word, I’ll accept your offer.” “Vidal, you’re unreasonable.” “Dude, I was born that way. Cant change it, sponge-boby specs.” The students in the back snickered at my comment, making me even more confident. I even heard someone saying, ‘yes make him regret being born’. “Just the magic word. Common. I bet it’s not that difficult.” I arched both of my brows with a lopsided grin. “Never.” He replied and turned back towards the black board, ready to write down the organic chemical formulas.

I get so out of breath at this proximity, I can’t even explain my own action if someone asked me to. He got away. “Bye, Ashy. Sleep now, it is late” I nodded again, “Okay. Bye Vincent” He smiled faintly and left the room. Calling him Vincent seems strange to me too, well, he was so feared everywhere, like Voldemort. People shouldn’t take his name, right? But here I am, calling him Vincent, in front of him and am receiving his smile. He is not that bad, he may be dangerous, but if you are bad, then only he does the same to you. that’s like karma, right?

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

He leans in a little more. “ Did he beat you until you were unconscious? Did he chain you up and kept you in the famous bloody dungeons? Did he torture you until you wanted to die? ” Each word which leaves Viktor’s mouth seems to be silencing everyone in the room. Even Wolf, Stefan and Cassius seem to have gone speechless. My eyes well up with the intensity of the rage building up in me. The tingles in my fingertips worsen just after my eyes begin to burn like they are alight.

"Mom, I can't go to the same college as my brother!" Morticia exclaimed from the kitchen. "Too late. You're already admitted. Besides, having your brother with you gives me peace of mind," her mother, Ava, replied calmly from the living room. Rolling her eyes, Morticia peeked out from the kitchen, locking eyes with her mother. "Mom, Vincent is a wizard. He literally tormented me in high school." Vincent, lounging nearby with his legs crossed and sipping a smoothie, winked at her. Morticia felt the urge to gouge his eyes out.

“I wasn’t aware a truce was necessary. We’re not in a war.” “No, but—” I blew out a frustrated breath. He had to make this difficult. “I’m trying to be nice, okay? We’re stuck with each other for the next year, so I want to make our lives easier. Just take the damn pastries. You can eat them, throw them out, feed them to your pet snake Nagini, whatever.” His mouth twitched. “Did you just compare me to Voldemort?” “What? No!” Maybe. Definitely. Or worse.