Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Aesthetics

"Harry, has it occurred to you that maybe it's because you're ugly?" This time, Harry was in disbelief. Him? Ugly? He responded, "Hector, if you don't need your eyes anymore, please donate them to someone who does. Look at me. I'm dashing and charming!"

With a snap of her fingers, the dressing room decoration dissolved in a series of surrealistic brush strokes, the same ones that came to paint a new scenario where red and black were the predominant colors and an ivory throne awaited its rightful occupant. Hannabelle sat, her beauty surpassing even the one of the royal seat, as she looked down at Walter with lustful eyes. Crossing her legs once, she gave him a sneak peak of her unearthly most precious treasure and the serf panted with an excitement hard to contain. A final display of magic power turned the whole division soundproof and then her tail grabbed him by the neck like a living whip, reeling him into the sacred place of ecstatic dev

It was a beautiful sight for them to behold— But after the luring melody and the light settled, from the inside of the Castle and beautiful coral buildings around it, many heads peeked out from their hiding places. Blue and purplish hairs... glowing bluish-pale skin, pearl-like freckles, and some had very dark or bluish-black skin with bright purple spots. Their tails were decorated with silky and flowy, magical fabric, and their hair floated effortlessly behind them. “Goddess gracious, even after I saw them many, many times, they still looked so beautiful,” Harriet mumbled. She turned to Ezekiel and carefully warned, “But they’re not friendly. They just look like they are.”

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

Arosh didn't have the foggiest idea what to say and she just scratched the side of her head. "Tssk!" Harry smiled at her and removed the shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. As Arosh gradually got the fallen towel on the floor, Arosh just gulped while noticing Harry's sculpted physique. His body is impeccably bended, smooth, and white and has abs, ideal for a main man in the film. "Excuse me." Harry said delicately to her, as she was hindering its entry. It was really at that time that she understood and rushed into the restroom. Later she heard Harry thump on the restroom entryway.

I was never someone who wanted to be the centre of attention, but I guess that’s what I get since I’m so shiny and new here. The common room is exactly what it sounded like. There was only one photo on the walls, and it was a portrait of a man holding a scroll, just like the one in the main foyer. It looked as if his eyes watched you where you went in the room, which made me feel uneasy. The room was lined with shelves of books, and multiple couches. The colors were a mix of red and golds. It reminded me of a room straight out of Hogwarts. The fireplace underneath the portrait was what looked like huge marble stones, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it looked.

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-'

Prince Ollivander was another epitome of beauty, his dark hair falling to his back, he was wearing a black torso and black sleeve, and his wide and broad shoulders were visible. He exuded an air of confidence and sophistication, his every movement a symphony of grace and refinement. His striking dark hair cascaded down his back, a stark contrast to the milky white of his complexion. His choice of attire only served to enhance his allure, the black torso, and sleeves hugging his lithe form and accentuating his broad shoulders.

I scoop a spoonful of potion and fling it into the air, giggling as it turns to mist. “How long does it last?” Harry queries. “Probably only five minutes or so. It would last longer if I added more magic but I didn’t see the point.” “Fair enough…” Harry trails off thoughtfully as he watches the first cloud begin to dissipate. “Have you ever considered creating magical decorations for the bar? Like your colourful magic lanterns, or glittery clouds for special events. You did call the place ‘Witches Booze’. Why not lean into the aesthetic. Magic is pretty inaccessible for most people so I bet it would draw customers.” He reasons.

Harry already had his bead bent downwards so he could face the book but his taut arm was holding my body closely to the side of his warm body, making me feel both the shiver and the heat from his pleasant touch. I raised my head a little, my eyes smartly flicking upwards to steal a glance at Harry's unfriendly but handsome face. His blue eyes were not smiling, it almost looked like he had an issue with the book he was reading. Through his glasses, I could see how his eyes hardened on the book. I had planned to give a brief look, but I can't gaze away now. Harry has this perfect imperfection thing in him that makes him so damn attractive. No wonder girls still stare, love and follow him despi