Tag: Mnemosynē's Mnemon

‘I’ve never actually had crêpes before,’ Harry said, watching Fleur drizzle lemon juice over the small mountain of sugar piled on hers. ‘I’ve had pancakes, but they seem slightly different.’ ‘Crêpes are better.’ Fleur set the lemon juice down and rolled her crêpe up with the tip of her knife.

‘Where did you get this, mon Ange?’ Harry admired the smooth red icing of the cluster of cherries sitting on top of Katie’s cake. ‘If I didn’t know this was a cake, I would think it was actually a bowl of fruit.’ Fleur spun the cake around, running a careful

A single purple spark hovered above Harry’s palm, uncurling into a rune of violet flame. He sent it floating up into the spiralling pattern of thousands and lay back on the pebbles, watching the slow shift of the patterns as it spun. Just missing the arm of the spiral for

Laurent set the paper down with a deep frown and sipped his coffee. ‘Susan Bones, Amelia Bones’s niece, won the Wizengamot’s vote over who should succeed Amos Diggory for the rest of his term. The Minister for Magic of Britain is the same age as my children.’ ‘It was inevitable,’

Laurent swept into the kitchen and swiped his coffee mug off the side. ‘I contacted Sebastien. He never wrote to me. There was no meeting.’ ‘Neville.’ Harry slipped an arm around Fleur’s waist and drew her close. ‘I’ve no idea how he managed to get here through the wards that

Katie tottered across the kitchen floor, meandering around Laurent’s legs as he sipped coffee and watched his granddaughter babble to herself. ‘Poor Henri,’ Harry said as Katie waved her toy aloft by the throat, ignoring the frantic flapping of his wings. ‘I don’t think he can breathe if you hold

Gabby circled the brazier, meandering around the flickering white flames. ‘I know Grise said we were going to sit and wait and see, but I didn’t think he meant for him.’ Harry dropped into one of the chairs and leant his head back. ‘Présidente Desrosiers might have been delaying to

Adult Content Warning! This chapter contains adults scenes for 18+ audiences only! × Dismiss alert Astoria pushed her quill around on its side in circles on top of the small stack of files with the tip of her finger, a little smile on her lips. Daphne watched him with cool

‘Are you having fun, mes soeurs?’ Harry stole one of the small fruit snacks from Isobel’s plate, plucking it up by the cocktail stick. ‘Henri, you thief.’ She jabbed him in the hand with her own stick until he laughed and put it back. ‘Get your own.’ ‘It isn’t meant

A single crimson spark shone in the dark, glimmering like a fading star bleeding into the black. ‘Ba’alat Tanit demands sacrifice.’ Sophonissa’s whisper welled up from some distant place, rising like the slow swell of storm winds. ‘Two for the flames.’ Over and over she murmured it, her words blurring