Harry Potter Aesthetic Pic Novels & Stories

Charlotte pov Harper is a peculiar being . She has a bright personality and I thought it was nauseating but not anymore . She is just a nice person . Her long black hair falls down to her waist which I haven't stopped admiring . She has pretty brown doe eyes with beautiful rosy cheeks. She lifts her long floral dress and gets some cups from the cabinets on top . She isn't as skinny as the normal female werewolves. But she is quite slender. "I am so sorry for ruining your lunch , "she apologizes again . She places a plate on the counter as she talks.

She'd painted stories that had made her childhood happy. There was a rotund yellow bear snoozing beneath a tree, a hive full of honey far out of his reach. The next wall showed a young girl perched on a window seat, white curtains billowing into her room. A distant star above a London skyline shimmered, and the silhouette of a boy who could fly covered part of the window, a tiny fairy above his shoulder. The next wall showed a boy wizard riding in a boat toward a distant castle, a distinctive scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. The last wall showed a sleeping princess and a prince on one knee beside her bed, inches away from giving her love's true kiss.

It was the body of someone who worked physically rather than trained for aesthetics, the muscles built from lifting heavy hay bales, wrestling stubborn sheep, climbing fences, and walking the fields through thick mud. It was precisely the type of physique that Harry preferred. Raw masculine beauty that contrasted spectacularly to their own, just as Jules’ darkness contrasted to their gold. They had not missed the admiration of Talen’s mates, nor the werewolves and humans of Havermouth, as they had watched Jules and Harry together, and knew that they featured in many people’s lustful fantasies. Jules stripped to the skin, his cock standing as a proud invitation for Harry to do their worst… or

And this wasn't because his head was hurting from the previous night's drinking spree he had fallen into after getting home, no, this was as a result of the articles opened on his laptop beside his desktop. The same ones he had spent a good hour reading over and over again, just for the sake of seeing the pictures of Bellatrix this reporter had captured. By far, it was the largest collection, with the most vivid and clear photos of the artist. In each one, her beautiful features were on full display. Her long warm colored hair, shades lighter than what he remembered, fell gracefully on her shoulder and framed her face. Her skin, once pale and lifeless, was now tanned, giving her the illusion

I walked slowly towards the bearded man. From what I see. Looks like, he's been waiting for me all this time. I saw a lot of wrinkles on his face. His beard was so long and white in color. Her hair is white too. If you've ever seen the principal in the Harry Potter films. Well, that's what it looks like. Big and creepy too.

she added, walking to the counter. The room looked like a witchery Lab; it had framed worn out, as well as new photos of diverse plants, hung on the walls. The only photo, which carried that of a living being, was the black and white image of a young woman who seemed to be the deceased Queen of the witches. Aside from that, there was a huge counter in the middle, which had several empty concoction bottles, and bowls containing unprocessed herbs littered on it. The room did not fail to give out its sorcery vibes, as two shelves stood facing each other at the opposite walls. I needed no one to tell me what filled the shelves were potions, poison, elixirs and herbs.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

Terry is correct; Harry still has feelings for Alexis, the most beautiful, gentle girl in his heart, but Realizing that Harry didn't answer, Terry asked softly, "Do I look like her? Is it the eyes or the nose, or the eyebrows?" Harry glanced at Terry, his eyes filled with nostalgia: "That's when you smile. The cheeks are curved up to reveal two coins, the eyes are tight, the eyelashes are curved, the nose is wrinkled, and the teeth are pure white and straight. The whole face at that time resembled Alexis!" Terry asked curiously, "What about when you don't smile? Is it not like her?" Harry nodded, only to see Terry could not hide his surprise: "Is this such a strange thing?"

Kaynon went to the dresser and found some of Thomas's clothes, as weird as it sounds, he sniffed the man's clothes trying to pick up any scent at all from him only there was nothing. A slight sickly sweet, rotten meat smell wafted through the room suddenly before it to was gone. Kaynon followed his nose to a wall. Probing every inch of the painted paneling, he managed to find a latch just under a picture of Cilyna holding the twins after they were born. He jimmied the locking mechanism and the large picture popped open to reveal shelves of potions and different amulets with a multitude of labels, and that smell? He certainly found it. All the different ingredients that witches and wizards us