𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 (🪄) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ❝ there's no glory in taking the
easy path, only mediocrity. i'll take the thorns if it means i bloom brighter. ❞
RE-WRITTEN
harry potter and the philosopher's stone - the deathly h...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 021. tom riddle ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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A thunderclap split the sky, momentarily lighting up the dark, rain-slick windows of Hogwarts. The flicker of light threw jagged shadows across the stone walls, making the ancient castle feel even more alive.
Kimberly hurried up the Grand Staircase alongside Harry and Ron, the muffled rumble of thunder following them. Their footsteps echoed against the quiet, the usual chatter and chaos of the castle eerily absent.
"Have you heard from Hermione?" Ron asked, glancing at Harry. "She should be out of the hospital in a few days, once she stops coughing up fur balls," Harry replied.
As they descended the staircase, they noticed water pooling on the floor.
"What's this?" Ron inquired, scrunching his face in confusion. Kimberly glanced at the puddles and responded, "Oh no, Ron, it's a magical phenomenon called water. You might have heard of it," she said dryly.
Ron shot her an annoyed look. "Thanks, Kimberly. Really helpful," he muttered. The three of them followed the trail of water, which led them towards the girls' bathroom.
"Yuck!" Ron exclaimed, his face twisting in disgust. "Looks like Moaning Myrtle has flooded the bathroom again." Harry sighed, stepping carefully around the mess.
Kimberly, walking just behind them, raised an eyebrow. "Honestly, are you sure it's Myrtle? Maybe some first-year tried to summon a tidal wave and failed spectacularly." She crossed her arms, her tone dry.
Ron shot her a skeptical look. "Who'd be stupid enough to try that? And why here?"
Kimberly smirked. "Have you met half the students in this castle? Some of them think Leviosa and summoning tsunamis are on the same level of difficulty."
The trio then entered Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, where she was sitting glumly in a window, her eyes misty.
"Come to throw something else at me?" Moaning Myrtle asked, her voice tinged with sorrow.
Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why would I throw something at you?"
"Don't ask me," Myrtle snapped. "Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's hilarious to throw a book at me."
Ron tried to reason with her, "But it can't really hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it would just pass right through you."
Myrtle's ghostly form flew right into Ron's face. "Oh, sure! Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ten points if it goes through my stomach!" She thrust her arm through Ron's midsection. "Fifty points if it goes through my head!" She shoved her arm through his head, her fingers grazing his scalp.
