Harry Potter Aesthetics Novels & Stories

Like some of them doubted if I could pull it off. Ignoring their curious look, I focused on the screen. At the wine tone that bled into deep brown, the rich color alluring, yet there was nothing soft about this visual. Paris clicked again, and my eyes dilated as I took in more images. Wet hair slicked back. Tailored suit, shirts, exposed skin gleaming under harsh light. Eyes half-lidded, not in invitation but in a way that commands the room. And the jewelries. There was something about it that was more than an accessory; dare I say it was an armor.

She had already passed me that look of hers which conveyed 'stop looking at me like you have to babysit me. The lights dimmed and Hedwig's theme played indicating that we were watching Harry Potter. This series was one of those that no one could hate, so the atmosphere was very peaceful. As the movie progressed, I looked at my Bellé. Her dark curls were tied into plaits resting on one shoulder while the gray top hung on her body. Everything about Rosaleigh was no doubt classy. Her deep blue eyes took in the television screen while I continued observing her. She was a piece of heavenly art.

I am trying not to be jealous of her but it’s hard when I see beta Harry with her. He is just perfect, god like even. He has green eyes that reminds me of the woods, something dangerous, mysterious, beautiful and peaceful at the same time. He is an enigma, a handsome one that I want to understand. I want more than to understand him, I want him, all of him and only for me. He is tall with messy blond hair and he is casually dressed. He looks unforcedly good. He doesn’t even try and he looks like a Greek god. His body, don’t let me start about that. His body is a sin and I want so desperately to be a sinner.

As I stood there, transfixed by the beauty of the ice palace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the Cryomancer's skill, and a touch of wonder at the magic that lay within her grasp. As I stood before her icy prison, the Cryomancer's gaze met mine. Her beauty was captivating, her facial structure was a masterclass in elegance, with high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical features that seemed chiseled by the finest artist. Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder.

It was a fun idea. Up ahead was the house where Julian's car was the other day. There was nothing up front this time, but it was amazing to know where he lived. So close and the possible enemy might not even suspect. "I see these houses fill your eyes." said Harry as we got out of the car. "They really are too much. I've always loved houses like that. Dark and elegant." I explained. "It doesn't suit you. You look more like the preppy in a castle, pink room, cream house type." mocked.

'' shouted Aefar after getting permission from Harry. With the aura that Aefar had, he could quickly get those who were all there to shift their focus to him. The long and tiring debate finally ended with their eyes all fixed on Aefar. Harry also introduced Aefar as his assistant. They all widened at the extremely unusual appearance of Aefar, but they still couldn't take their eyes off due to a feeling of amazement. Not only was his appearance way above average, but the aura he had was also very dignified.

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

Chapter 30 Location; Red blood pack Hermione's POV I gasp. My eyes hastily stir open. They stare up a golden coloured ceiling. A huge trio golden designed pendleton dangles up the ceiling. Their continous collision amidst dangling emits melodious sounds. Such beauty it is. I feel the surface I lay on. It's extremely soft. It's comfy nature suggest i lay all day. I lay and admire the undying beauty from the golden pendleton dangling up the golden ceiling.

gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time? "The princes are pompous in Caps." She continues, "But they are very beautiful men who are known rizz masters." I turn to her. "What?" "You know... rizz... Smooth talkers." She explains. "Oh, now I understand." From the open door, the interior of Alpha Hall looks like a building from the 70's. Zuri calls it “Noble Hogwarts with less chill,” and I totally agree. We're about to step through the door when we get blocked off by four good-looking boys who look like they are genetically engineered to seduce, ruin, and then casually forget you existed.