Ginny Weasley Drawings Novels & Stories

Gwynn held the canvas and flipped through all of her little girl’s sketches. It was breathtaking. Her baby was very talented in art. “I made them.” Holly was wearing a proud expression and couldn’t help but shake her body back and forth in anticipation. Gwynn pulled her into her arms, beaming with joy. Her little girl had inherited Maddox’s talent.

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

Wendy said. Adrian let out a low gasp beneath his shuddering breath and somehow he drew the pencil and the book to himself again. He was having the visions again. This time, his drawings were clearer and it looked like a continuation of the previous but they could not see the connection. The last thing he drew, was Gabriel in a room, lying flat like he was sick or dead but Wendy and West took it that he was sick. This picture he was drawing, was a giant animal that had the face of a fierce cat bowing before a woman who stood beside a bed with a lady lying on it.

I curtesy playfully “The room looks better.” They let out a chuckle. Athena plops herself on my bed "I absolutely love your room, so cute and small..." “Nah. You just love the owner of the room.” I say, sticking my tongue to her. She closes her eyes, relishing the moment. Obviously, Athena is my one weird princess. Prince Ares stands staring at the wall “What are these drawings Hermione?” He asks. I make to my feet, standing beside him. The drawing looks strange. “I really don't know Prince Ares, I haven't seen this, and it looks so new. I didn't make this...” I say

Rosie gasps, putting a hand to her mouth, then looks at Greyson, “Is that the sleeping God in the chalk drawing?” Greyson narrows his eyes a little at her, but nods slowly, “I think so, but I’m not certain. It looks like them.” She nods and grabs her grimoire and lets it fall open on her lap before she starts flipping pages,

he whispers and slightly lifts his notebook to show her a drawing. Steph stares at the drawing that looks nothing like their history teacher. It kinda looks like Ogre Princess Fiona from Shrek. Stephanie begins to chuckle at that thought. She looks forward just as Mrs. Greene notices her. She immediately turns her chuckles into coughs and pretends to be in slight pain. Chris tries not to smile, opening his notebook to the next page in case Mrs. Greene decides to walk over. "What is it, Valentine?" Mrs. Greene asks with displeasure.

*pop* Susan called and with a small pop, a robust looking male house-elf, that had some sawdust in its hair, appeared by her side. "How can Woody help Lady?" "Hello Woody. The rest of the bookshelves that I asked can wait a little. Right now, I need some artistic engraving work to be done to the wood in the new sections. Lord Ravenclaw is not very good with that. Could you do this for us?" Susan asked Woody, and Erik let out a harrumph when she talked about his low artistic sense. Woody, one of the two house-elves of Hogwarts specialized in carpentry, nodded his head with enthusiasm at the request.

She tried to call some of them back, but they were too focused on their drawings. Selene continued helping the kids. She drew a tiger for one boy and a unicorn for a little girl. The children cheered and showed their drawings to each other proudly. For the first time in a long time, Selene felt useful. She felt like she was doing something good.

He pulled out a small bundle of trinkets—buttons, beads, a broken bracelet—and several crumpled papers. "Bingo," he murmured. Bella gasped. "Her stash. She hides things all the time at our place too." We all sat down right there on the floor, spreading out the drawings. Childish sketches. A house. A crying face. A stick-figure family. A swing set. Then my fingers froze. "Here," I said. "Look at this." We all leaned in. It was a grey, smudged drawing of an oval with a cross on top.

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.