Aesthetic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

Oscar sat alone in the bustling dinning hall, sipping his Cinnamon tea and trying to focus on his book of spells. The aroma of freshly roasted beef filled the air, but his thoughts were elsewhere. His gaze kept drifting to the enchanting figure sitting at a corner table. Aria, with her flowing auburn hair and captivating emerald eyes, seemed to possess a delicate beauty that left Oscar mesmerized.

Each of them was handsome in a completely different way, yet all of them carried the kind of presence that made people notice them whether they wanted to or not. Hades was the one people noticed first. He always was. Standing beside me in his dark clothes, his tall frame moved with the kind of lazy confidence that made it impossible not to look at him. Sometimes I genuinely wondered if the devil himself had sculpted him just to confuse the world with something so dangerously beautiful. His features were almost too perfect, the kind of beauty that felt slightly unreal, as if he had stepped straight out of some dark fantasy novel. But it was not just his face.

It was only at this moment that they were able to have a clear look at their competitor. But as soon as they step out, beautiful faces as if of a fairy greeted Audrey's group. Their unkempt appearance and scowling faces do little to hide their beauty that could easily cause a downfall of a nation. The sorceresses before them naturally commanded a disposition of elegance. With just one look, one would find oneself unwittingly holding one's breath. The young sorceresses before them were simply too beautiful and words were not enough to describe how they look. Every single aspect of them seemed to be the embodiment of beauty itself, making it impossible to pick out a single flaw in it. Even the

Her red-filled lipstick formed a pout. "Page? We are not even in the same library. Remember the time I thought you were cool?" "Hmm!" She nodded approvingly and swallowed. "I lied! You will someday go very far and I really hope you stay there." Hilda's face was masked in coldness. I have never seen her demonstrate such rigidity and reverberate of that much anger before. I began to take a closer look at Amanda. She might have the most beautiful physical outlook in the room judging from how men and women, teenagers and passersby have been stealing glances at her yet she seemed unfazed like it was a completely normal thing to walk into a room and have everybody spelled and stunned by her bewitc

Perhaps it was this sad reflection about his behavior on the set that gave him that nostalgic look, but at the moment there was something absolutely captivating about him, something… charming. Fans all over the world would faint seeing him like this. They would probably call him the Mystical Prince or the Immortal Beautiful, because he actually resembled a creature out of this world - perfectly physically beautiful and very spiritual. Spiritual to such an extent that even Radosz could hardly control his heart, in which horses were galloping again... Damian decided that he had to engrave this image in his heart, which was like the purest aesthetic beauty. He has to engrave it in his memory an

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

If he really wanted to make up for all the bad things he did, then he had a very long way to go. I had just finished applying my lipgloss when I heard a knock from outside the door. Lucy looked at me and then at the door. She opened the door and Baron walked in. I turned to look at him and was awestruck. Baron was indeed very handsome, as much as I despised him, I couldn’t deny that fact. He had beautiful hazel brown eyes and a jawline that was sculpted to perfection. And the man sure knew how to dress. I realised that he was staring at me longer than he should have. It made my heart flutter a little.

Or not, since I’ll be too busy riding him even faster than I would on a racehorse. The videos of him I’ve seen don’t do justice to how he looks. Man’s drop-dead handsome, I mean. Hot too, like an inferno dwells in his fingertips awaiting to be unleashed. He could be Hephaestus’s reincarnation set to torch the world to ash merely by his demeanor. And as the image of his smile and stare linger in my head, my fingers crawl south. I can’t control their movement. My brain cells aren’t doing that much. Hell, they aren’t doing shit!