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Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by breathing2004
The light-hearted spirit of “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” (2001) continues in the first sequel, “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” (2002). Cautiously veering into the darkness with only the illumination of the car’s headlights, Harry and his friends discover that H
In Regards to Towels Ch. 2He waited patiently for a few minutes as she changed once more. When she came back out, the flush was almost gone from her cheeks again. Awkwardly, she held out her sopping clothes before glancing up to meet his gaze, "Could I maybe get these dried or something? As comfy as your pajamas are, I'd prefer my own clothes."More Like This
The corners of Scorpius' lips twitched as he glanced at her, standing in the oversized clothes. He could only imagine how much it was bothering her to be accepting so much hospitality from him of all people: a Malfoy. The glimmers of a smirk disappeared, however, as he remembered she still hadn't told him why she was here in the first place. Skilt popped out of nowhere, grabbed her clothes quickly, grumbled something about puddles, and then disapparated once more. Scorpius found himself chuckling quietly before he rubbed his eyes and turned on his heel toward the den.
He heard her clear her throat behind him and he paused to glance back at her. She lifted her palm
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This was the last thing he had ever thought would happen to him. With his parents gone for two weeks on a vacation to Brazil, he had thought he would have some time to himself. There was a pile of books he wanted to read, not to mention the idea of getting a head start on the textbooks for the upcoming school year. Between Quidditch, his social life, and studying for the upcoming N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year he was already questioning how he would keep up with his regular studies.
Then the storm rolled in and he knew that none of that would happen. He would bring a book with him to his windowsill, but he would end up simply staring out the window at the deluge and lightning. There had always been something about powerful thunderstorms that drew him. Perhaps it was simply the idea of such unbridled power and the entirety of the world being at their mercy. That helpless vulnerability that he felt even within the confines of the manor.