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Sailea1dCommentéThis turned out quite similar to what I had in mind
The wizard was dressed in a linen suit the colour of moonlit sand, which hugged his slender frame with understated grace. A crisp, white Egyptian cotton shirt draped softly in the sea breeze, its collar adorned with a subtle touch of azure embroidery, echoing the hue of the aristocrat's captivating sky-blue eyes. The alpenglow made his auburn hair glimmer like molten copper. His posture emitted superiority and boredom as his gaze didn't miss a single detail from his surroundings.- Sailea5dCommenté
A picture worth a thousand words!
"Thanks!" – grinned Greg, catching the chocolate and maraschino delight and eating it in one bite. - Sailea13dCommentéGreg glanced at his sister, who was staring at the ground and threw his arm around her shoulders, planting a quick kiss on her currently very short black hair, styled in a pixie cut. He knew from past experience that the only way he could touch her without risking an injury was to do it when she felt vulnerable.
- Sailea24dRépondu à ScarletLetCh 98 Chapter 98: Inner Demons (2)
- Sailea27dRépondu à ScarletLetMeanwhile, the car's driver promptly exited his seat and opened the back door. A tall, dark-haired man in his thirties emerged from the vehicle and strode confidently toward the antique store. He was dressed in a sleek, well-tailored Muggle suit that accentuated his elegant silhouette. Abruptly, he halted and turned around, catching sight of the stunned students staring at him intently. With his deep-set topaz-blue eyes and loosely flowing, wavy brown hair, he exuded an aura of refined elegance. Sharp, symmetrical features added to his striking appearance, with a strong jawline that neatly framed his straight nose. A perfectly groomed short beard accentuated the chiselled contours of his face. There was a defiant aura of potent magical power and arrogance surrounding the newcomer.
- Sailea27dRépondu à ScarletLet
Patience is a virtue ;)
'I wish I could tell you the truth, Remus!' – she thought, her lower lip caught between her teeth – 'But I fear even you might flee if you knew what I am. You're a werewolf, yes, but your danger is bound to the full moon. Moreover, there are ways one can protect themselves. How does one contain a demon once unleashed? I just hope you wouldn't be anywhere near me.' - Sailea27dCommenté
This is one of the instances, I managed to get an almost perfect representation of what I had in mind ;)
Meanwhile, the car's driver promptly exited his seat and opened the back door. A tall, dark-haired man in his thirties emerged from the vehicle and strode confidently toward the antique store. He was dressed in a sleek, well-tailored Muggle suit that accentuated his elegant silhouette. Abruptly, he halted and turned around, catching sight of the stunned students staring at him intently. With his deep-set topaz-blue eyes and loosely flowing, wavy brown hair, he exuded an aura of refined elegance. Sharp, symmetrical features added to his striking appearance, with a strong jawline that neatly framed his straight nose. A perfectly groomed short beard accentuated the chiselled contours of his face. There was a defiant aura of potent magical power and arrogance surrounding the newcomer. - Sailea29dCommentéListening half-heartedly, James scanned the area, pondering when the best time would be to proceed with their plan. Suddenly, he noticed Catherine squatting next to the bonfire, a bit apart from the rest of the class, a gleaming red salamander trustfully playing in her bare hand.
- Sailea29dCommenté
Looks tasty!
On March 27th, the Gryffindors threw a grand celebration for James' fourteenth birthday, culminating in a late-night feast. The highlight was a magnificent lemon and elderflower cake, masterfully baked by Catherine. Naturally, everyone was quite groggy the next day, except for Lily, who had firmly refused to participate, much to James' disappointment. - Sailea30dRépondu à Ayko_7521
Thank you for the feedback and for the time you dedicated to reading the story. I do hope you would find things that you enjoy in the future chapters, despite my fondness of Snape's back story. As you rightly pointed out, it is indeed a matter of taste. :)
Ch 82 Chapter 82: Shadows (4) - Sailea1mthRépondu à ScarletLet
I can do that ;)
"Long live the Queen of Gryffindor!" - Sailea1mthCommenté
For those who don't feel like scrolling for the translation: There's love potion in the bonbons!
"Il y a un philtre d'amour à l'intérieur des bonbons!"[1] – she finally screamed at him, hoping nobody around could understand them. - Sailea1mthCommenté
Dare to try them?
However, just when she was about open the door on her way out, the witch spotted the new, larger, and more intense version of Dragonfire Delights, freshly released to the market. A broad smile crossed her face as she eagerly grabbed a few boxes as a reward for saving her sibling. - Sailea1mthCommenté
Something like this?
The young wizard sneered condescendingly at Catherine's black cashmere coat and fashionable jeans. She wore boots with a small heel, and her long straight black hair cascaded freely under a bright red beanie hat, matching her vibrant red lipstick. - Sailea1mthCommenté
In case you're curious ;)
Narcissa Black, clad in a silk green peignoir, startled at the sight of Severus, as she took a step back. Her long platinum blond hair was dishevelled, with strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. The delicate fabric of her garment left little to the imagination, accentuating her smooth, white skin, which seemed to glow in the dim corridor. Severus couldn't help but notice several painful-looking red marks peppering the witch's neck and upper chest, clearly visible beneath the silk folds. - Sailea2mthCommenté
Here's how I picture Tobias Snape
Tobias Snape staggered into the room, the unmistakable scent of alcohol and tobacco trailing behind him. He was a large, imposing figure, nearing forty-five. His hair was cropped short and still jet black, much like his piercing black eyes. A prominent hooked nose lent his face a menacing and perpetually angry expression, which seemed to be his default mood unless he found refuge in the local pub, away from his family. - Sailea2mthCommenté
Translation: But only one flower amongst them, my treasure!
"Mais une seule fleur, mon trésor!"[3] – Florian Plantier answered, and he wandlessly conjured a delicate daisy with white petals, which he gave to Catherine with a smile.