Harry Potter Aesthetic Collage Novels & Stories

To help Janet fulfill the 'regret' she had carried from my previous life, I built everything for her from scratch. Using the actor's photos, I created a chat account and carefully crafted the image of a rich heir. Every flashy post on his feed was edited by me, polished to perfection, designed to hook Janet completely. When Janet excitedly showed off just how wealthy her 'client' was, I played along without hesitation. "Wow, he really does look like the real deal. Janet, you're exactly the type rich guys go for."

I didn’t pull away. Inside, the space was part café, part apothecary. Soft harp played from somewhere overhead, and the space smelled like cloves, orange zest, and warm bread. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above mismatched tables, hovering in the air, the crystals changing colors every time it moved. Wooden shelves were lined with dried herbs, spellbooks, and little cauldrons painted in pastels. The little jars were labeled things like moonlace powder and dragon’s breath salt. The tables were hand-carved and mismatched, each one paired with two plush chairs.

He gently pushed open the massive iron doors, and a subtle creak echoed through the silent Hall. As I stepped inside, I was taken aback by the interior. It was something straight out of a Harry Potter movie. The walls were carved with golden symbols and figures that seemed to come alive the more you looked at them. There were no chairs around, just artistic tapestries that hung on each of the four large windows and a statue that stood in the center of the room.

A temporary hiding place before we inevitably end up where we always do contemporary and queer romance. Our natural habitat. I pick up a book with a massive dragon painted across the cover and slowly rotate it in my hands. Fantasy covers go hard. The artwork is ridiculous in the best way. Every scale on the dragon has been illustrated with obsessive detail. Blue melting into green, green into purple, purple streaked with gold. The colors swirl like magic itself spilled across the page. It’s so beautiful it almost hurts to look at. My lips wobble slightly. “I like him so much,” I whisper.

It is starting to really bug me that I can’t figure out what looking at it makes me think of. “Nest” Koda says again. Yeah that is what it kind of looks like but… “It’s not a nest.” He huffs like I am the idiot and rolls his eyes then just lays down in my mind. “It’s not.” I say firmly. “You mean hanging out and watching Harry Potter?” Her cheeks turn redder than her hair if that is even possible and shrinks further into stuff like it will protect her. And now that she is embarrassed as been pointed out to me, I can see I just made it worse.

But instead… it was something else entirely. My breath caught. A collage of strange, disturbing beauty was carved above the door. The top half of a bird, wings spread wide, feathers sharp and wild. The middle section was a woman’s torso, hands extended outward like she was casting something or receiving something. Then the bottom… a fish’s tail. Scaled, twisting, ending in delicate fins. “What in the…” I leaned in closer, squinting at the unusual combination. It looked ancient, maybe even older than the wolf sigil. There was something powerful about it, foreign but familiar.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

Their scents are calming and soothing, reminding me I have someone on my side, even if they aren't the ones I am desperately wanting. I wonder if I could ask Calliope to make me a potion to kill my obsession... I bet she could find something like that for me. If I could break whatever spell Jaxx has me under I'll be so much happier... I'll be free... at least that's the lie I am currently telling myself.

Seeing Grainne come in, Harry rubbed his eyes and took a picture from the nightstand and handed it to her, dreamily saying: "Mom, this is the first picture that Harry won! I gave this picture to my mother as a souvenir!" No wonder, on the way home, Harry kept forcing her to go to a photo shop, and make two more copies of the picture, then he wanted to give it back to her. Grainne accepted the painting, smiled, and said, "Who else would Harry want to give it to?" Harry shook his head, answering secretly: "This is a secret, I won't tell you." Grainne smiled and covered her son with a blanket, then she turned off the light and returned to the library. Louise's classic design draft for this seas

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 ?"