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Genre(s): Humor, Romance, Action/Adventure
Status: Work In Progress|
First Published: 2016.12.27
Last Published Chapter: 2017.10.01
Last Updated: 2017.10.01
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| ||Advisory: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse|
| Hogwarts, as you have imagined and never thought of. |
Can Amalie pull off a Charm that seventh years can not even attempt?
Is she destined for more?
Is Adey winking at her because he likes her?
Will she ever stop falling down the stairs?
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|1||1. Flying Flobberworms
Amalie ducked yet again as a lonely Flubberworm flew across the potions classroom, narrowly avoiding slapping her in the face. The immature throwing of ingredients without Professor Maylock noticing was a regular haunt in Amalie’s fifth year potions class. The sniggering snorts of laughter always followed with a sly high five when a target was hit and double points when touchdown exploded in some poor person’s potion.
|2||2. Missions and Tea cups
Ent Vorn t’yet’yev Poul. Ent moe ara…No Aru! Arghh!” There was a slight sputtering of energy around Amalie and as what seem like shards of glass were moving in slow motion around her wand and then dying away. She slumped a little in frustration, brows furrowed.
|3||3. Pythons, Pink Hair, and Partying Unicorns
“You were asking around for Brandon and the others. You’re just so desperate aren’t you Amalie, to be around them. You begged them to stop the rumour about ‘Regicrap’ and started one about me instead” Daffney’s voice was steadily rising, just enough so that surrounding students could hear.
|4||4. Fangirls, Big Feet and Lots of Anger
|5||5. Reputations, Nose Bleeds and Frost Bite
|6||6. Breathing, Breakfast, and Bigots
“I would like to apologise first Miss Hickle” She looked at him like she usually did when he said that. He smiled and corrected himself “Amalie”.
|7||7. Smitten, Cruppcakes, and Power
“…As history proves. Our most powerful, can become the most dangerous of us all."
|8||8. Invitations, Green Blobs, and Snowmen
“We are going to spend time getting ready aren’t we? I’ve got all the brilliant FaceUp to do and everything” She was looking worried. Amalie softened slightly.
|9||9. Announcements, Flailing Limbs and Party Poopers
“Students! I welcome you to our yearly Snow Ball. Do take a drink as you enter and a house elf will lead you to your seats..." Her voice was echoing in magnification across what Amalie assumed was the whole Ground floor of the castle, it reverberated off the walls. Good spell she thought to herself.
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