Harry potter and the accidental casting. Chapter III.
Continue of adult cartoon story “Harry potter and the accidental casting“.
Ginny sat down on her bed and rubbed her tired eyes. It had been a long day. She stopped rubbing her face and stroked her hands together. The dragon skin gloves, which were an essential safety feature for herbology, care of magical creatures and occasionally potions, did not agree with her skin and were making her hands rough, dry and aged. Her fingers resembled her grandmothers and it seemed to be spreading upward toward her wrists. All the woman in her family had skin that was easily irritated by dragon hide, her mother had told her on her first day, ‘a little moisturiser an a good nights sleep will sort out any problems.’
Did she have any? Ginny could remember her mother buying a tub of moisturiser with the dragon hide gloves, but she hadn’t used it because her skin had never been irritated this badly. Ginny had worn her gloves for short periods, but today they were practically attached to her wrists. She had worn them for Herbology, Care of magical creatures and Potions, each lesson followed the other and such lengthy wear had taken its toll.
Ginny dived into her trunk and rummaged through her clothes. It was a real mess, very few of her garments were even folded. Her roommates had commented that she was quite messy, but that wasn’t totally true. Ginny was messy for a girl; but for a person who grew up in a house with seven men, her six brothers and her father, she was really quite neat. Her mother kept a decent house to say so many boys lived in it and had made a decent impression on Ginny.
There it was, a large blue glass jar stuck between a bra and a pair of socks. *Lady Malkins Moisturiser* the yellowed label read. Ginny smiled and pulled it from the trunk.
The thick grey liquid within smelled strongly of lime. Ginny read the instructions, you had to be careful with magical remedies, even when you’d grown up in a house full of them. Read the rest of this entry »
Disney Porn Story. Alice in New wonderland.
Chapter II.
Continue of “Alice in New wonderland. Chapter I“.
Alice approached the sounds of laughter, a smile slowly spreading on her face. She pushed a few low branches aside and stepped into a small clearing.
There was a long table, a full tea service, complete with scones that had jam and cream. The table had a dozen places set, but only five people sitting in the chairs. A man with white hair, dressed in a violently purple top hat and lime green suit sat at the head of the table. A hare in a bright red smoking jacket sat next to him. A white rabbit in a small black waistcoat, with a gold pocket watch, sat opposite the hare. And a strange man with dark skin, dressed in a sky blue suit, and a large blue turban sat next to the rabbit. He was the one smoking the from a long hookah, it was from him that Alice could smell the opium.
It was her old friends, the mad hatter, the march hare and the white rabbit, who the man in the blue suit was Alice didn’t know, but she supposed wonderland had lots of people and creatures she’d never met before. That was the whole point of coming back, new people, new places and new adventures.
They all had stopped talking and laughing and stared at Alice with curiosity. Finally, after a minute of uncomfortable silence, the mad hatter rose to his feet. “Hello.” He said pleasantly. “Won’t you join us for a cup of tea?” Alice couldn’t curtsy without and dress (only men bowed), she compromised by slightly bending her knees and adding a nod to the head. Creating a mixture between curtsy and bow. “Don’t mind if I do.” She said taking a seat opposite the man in the blue suit. “Scone?” Asked the March hair, handing her the plate of cakes. Alice took one and placed it on a saucer. The mad hatter handed her a cup of tea and she sipped at it slowly. “Do you like it?” Asked the white rabbit. Alice nodded her head. “Yes, it’s quite nice.”
The March hair felt the material of her jacket. “Why don’t you take that off?” He asked. Now that Alice thought about it, she was rather warm, also, it was rude to keep on coats and jackets while taking tea. “I think I shall.” She pulled it off and placed it onto the empty chair next to her and took a bite of her scone. “Do you like it?” Asked the March hare. Alice smiled and nodded. “Yes, very much, thank you.” Read the rest of this entry »
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