Harry Potter Coffee Table Book Novels & Stories

I muttered with a look of awe and admiration. It was like stepping into a fantasy library. The walls were soft-tone red with flecks of black and white. Shelves and shelves of books were neatly arranged in a circular manner. In the center was a little table with an unlit scented candle and two rows of beautiful bookmarks. Three chairs were alongside. There was also a coffee maker in the corner and a soft looking couch.

However, I couldn't find any logical explanation for my rapid heart rate. I cleared my throat. "So, how was the book?" I quickly switched to a safer subject. His eyes lingered for a few seconds before he slid his gaze to the Harry Potter book on the table. "It was good. I'm currently reading The Order of Phoenix." I nodded. "Are you close to the ending?" Hunter took the book and flipped it open. He flipped through a few pages as if he was trying to find a certain page. "Apparently not." He showed the page to me. "I'm halfway there though."

I stood in the doorway, hands on my belly, making sure everything was perfect. The gift section looked beautiful, with piles of boxes wrapped in gold and silver paper, and a Harry Potter themed trunk made just for the cash envelopes and gift cards. We’d even painted their initials, M & K, on the front. The treat table was straight out of a sugar dream just as described as The Three Broomsticks Inn in the HP books. From personalized cupcakes, cake pops, Rice Krispie treats, cookies, and candy jars, all lined up next to the faux butter beer drink station. Sandwich boxes were stacked neatly on another table for those who couldn’t stay long. Everything shimmered with gold and black accents... si

The weather was a bit chilly, so she grabbed a black hoodie and shrugged it on then walked out of the room. She sauntered into the kitchen and found a redhead sitting on the island absentmindedly munching an apple, totally engrossed in the book she was holding. Najmah had wanted to step out but the title of the book caught her attention, so she walked in and right that moment, the redhead glanced up from her book and settled her gaze on Najmah. "Harry Potter and the cursed child huh?" Najmah smiled at her. "Yeah," the redhead beamed, placing a bookmark on the page before setting the book on the island. "Have you read it?"

I shrugged. “Nah, I don’t think my mum will be too surprised.” I said. “Last year at Bella’s birthday I told my mum to get a rare original copy of Harry Potter’s Chamber of Secrets. It’s Bella’s favorite copy and i was too shy, I gifted her without a card or a note so she couldn’t tell it was from me. Mum asked me if I had a crush on Bella.” “And what did you say?” Henry prodded, his eyes wide open in interested.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

I learned to love stories while still at the orphanage, as they always soothed my fears. I start looking for something interesting to read and I find the book Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I always wanted to read this book. I go to the small sofa that is located in the center of the library and sit down. I won't even say how the decoration is here, because everyone already knows that everything is in golden tones. It's just enough now that their underpants are golden. I laugh when imagining the daring of the five boys. Would they be that bold?

I set the books aside, giving him my attention. His eyes glaze over and soon after, a servant approached us with a tea cart. She places two cups of tea on the coffee table along with a simple white ceramic teapot and a crystal glass three-tier cake holder full of delicious miniature cakes, vanilla muffins, fruit tarts and chocolate chip cookies before she left.

He promptly stood up and followed Arosh. Arosh promptly saw Harry remaining external the coffeehouse. He quickly moved toward him and welcomed him. "Goodness, Harry, it's late, for what reason would you like to see me?" Arosh asked as she grinned at him. "I simply need to listen for a minute I did, I recently completed that today. Trust you like it." Harry then gave over the paper pack. Arosh took a gander at it, a figure of a lady who appeared to be moving artful dance with blossoms all over.

Melodias Bluemoon Here I am now sitting beside the woman in black, frowning because she had the audacity to ruin my table top. This mahogany table came from the Southern Kingdom, made by the most skilled craftsman. The Bluemoon crest was carved skillfully in the middle of the table. Now the crest looked like something that came out of a horror movie. “This coffee tastes good.” She said with a smile, as if minutes ago she wasn’t trying to take my life. “Thanks.”