Harry Potter Coffee Table Book Novels & Stories

He pleads with me with a pouty face, and I let out a small smile before handing him the cup back. "Thank you, baby." He says, and I roll my eyes. He drinks the tea in less than five seconds and throws the cup on the floor, making a burning sound. "Fuck! What is in that stuff? It is so horrible. Ew!" Harry exclaims as he rushes over to the side table in the room and chugs on the water in the jug shamelessly. "Prussian blue seeds and water," I say in an amused tone, and he sets his jug on the table harshly to throw a murder glare my way.

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.

They named it after me and I'm just so proud that the coffee shop sounds like mine. Grabdma Fuchsia and Grandpa Martes lives at the third floor of that shop during business days and closes the shop every summer. People at the Rue City were Strawberry's Coffee Shop is located turns into a sad community every time summer hits the year because Grandma closes the shop to held a general cleaning and annual renovation.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

He kisses my forehead before making his way into the bathroom. “I’ll leave the door open in case you need anything” He starts the water, telling me to put something on the TV. I get under his covers, grabbing the book on his night table. Harry Potter, an interesting pick for him. I open it up to the first page, starting the book over again for the hundredth time. Daniel’s shower is quick, yet I find myself struggling to keep my eyes open. It’s only 10:00 but I hardly got any sleep last night. I know Daniel didn’t either.

Tove provided a brief explanation. I snorted. Yeah, right. That wasn't possible. I didn't care what kind of magic they thought they had, there was no such thing as moving pictures. I'd seen one picture in my entire life, and it certainly hadn't moved. Unless someone thought the flames eating away at the edges counted as it ‘moving.' "We'll show you. I think Tove has the Harry Potter series," Tag said. "We can start tonight. Give everyone some time to process what's happened."

Everything that is seen in the picture isn't like you see? I trot towards the long table in front of the window which has some books stacked in them and then a computer in the centre of it. Some tendrils of pothos is hanging from the table to the window and it looks much more fantastic because of it. And by the table is a huge queen sized round bed with such a decorated and designed head rest.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synched. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied, still looking her up suspiciously.

The servant nodded, then turned around. Luna nodded, and carefully held the album in her hand. She comes to him anyway and puts everything on the coffee table. “All the pictures of the James family are here.” She wanted to ask something more, but Harry didn't even look at her, instead, he took one of the albums and started flipping through it. Luna stood aside with a puzzled look on her face. She had absolutely no idea why Harry was looking at his photo album, she remembered that Harry had never been interested in the James family before, or that a family like the James family that was only famous in J City would not have liked it him a bit.

It’s not as secure as the Hall of Records, but one does need to know the proper spell and book to tug to gain access. Laura turns on the light, revealing a rectangular shaped room, the sides are longer while the front and back walls aren’t much wider than the bookcase outside. In the middle of the room there is an oval shaped oak table with four chairs; on the table - the books Keegan brought back yesterday and a small desk lamp for extra lighting. The walls are a light wood color and the floor made of cobblestones. On the right-side wall, another bookcase is filled with additional magical texts that have been collected over the centuries.