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The girl’s mother had made her swear to never get involved with the village people. It was a drastic step to ensure the secrets of her family would not be revealed to the ignorant villagers.
Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
No words could describe and nothing could match the beauty of the architecture in the magnificent Hall. Stephanie was falling more and more in love with the Great Hall when she looked up and found the sky above, hosting the many stars she adored, clear and bright.
Between the Lines
“Same as yours,” answered George, taking the letter and shoving it deep into his school bag, “it just said that Fred and I better keep in line or else she’ll set our attic ghoul on us.”
Broomsticks and Tunnels
One Lousy Dungbomb
“We are new here, we barely know any of the bodiless voices that roam Hogwarts,” said Fred with sarcasm. The voice didn’t reply but instead revealed it's identity, but in Stephanie’s opinion there wasn’t much to see. The voice belonged to a short plump body, with a twisted mouth and eyes that glistened with trouble. It sat cross-legged in mid air, grinning at them evilly.
Peeves the Poltergeist
The Great Hall bustled with every occupant of Hogwarts, ranging from students and teachers to ghosts and owls. Everyone was clearly enjoying the wonderful feast except for Stephanie. Her food remained untouched as Stephanie’s eyes continuously scanned the Great Hall for any sign of Peeves.
Fellow Gryffindors that passed by the team gave them claps on the back, wishing them luck and joining in on the complaints that surrounded the weather. Stephanie smiled inwardly, her mind thinking of Wood once again, as she tried to focus her attention on the food in front of her.
“So, the three stupid firsties want to start a war with Peevsies?” he began, smiling his usual wicked smile, “That is a very stupid thing to do!” With a crackling laugh, he soared down upon the screaming students and emptied the rest of his stink pellets onto Stephanie, Fred, and George.
Black Ink and Battered Parchment
As the last word escaped his mouth, the darkest of black ink began to pour out of the tip of his wand in a heavy flow. But instead of forming a puddle around where the wand met the parchment, it began to snake over every spot of the beige paper, creating shapes, lines, and words.
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