Harry Potter Description In Book 소설 & 이야기

The door opened, and Harry entered. He moved like liquid, a tall, lean man in fitted black trousers and a simple white shirt rolled to his elbows. Dark hair swept back from a sharp brow, his eyes the color of storm clouds. He was older than she expected, maybe mid-forties, with the kind of presence that immediately claimed the room’s oxygen. “Eva?” His voice was a low baritone, smooth as aged whiskey. She nodded, suddenly aware of every pulse point in her body. “I’m Harry. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Chapter 9: "Careful, there," a low, deep voice rumbled above me and the boy straightened up so I could finally see something more than just hair. He was holding up all of the books that were about to land on my head with an amused smile - but most importantly, he had the most beautiful pair of intense gray eyes. He held my gaze for a fleeting moment then proceeded to place the books back onto the shelf, all except for the Harry Potter book. He chuckled, "I think this is what you risked your head for," and handed me the precious book.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

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.

Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes. "He’s really, really tall," Heidi explained, pointing her small finger at the yellow circles. "And he wears a big coat with a hood, just like a wizard. He doesn't talk out loud. He talks inside my head like a whisper. And he has eyes like the moon, Mommy. They glow bright yellow even when the sun is hiding."

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

"Brother, although Severin is powerful, it’s not good to accidentally hurt this kid.” "Besides, we are both royal paragons. Even if I win, it will be disgraceful!" Harry was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, and a body like an iron tower. He was majestic. His presence made people feel the majestic power of energy and blood rushing towards them. Although he was tall and seemingly reckless, he was actually very thoughtful. How could a distinguished guest from Grandiuno Sacred Land come to visit and cause such trouble?

I said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.

I blink at him, is he a Harry Potter fan too? “Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Are you a fan?” I ask squinting my eyes at him. He chuckles “I am but don’t tell my father or Jax, I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Your secrets safe with me. Let me guess Hufflepuff and Gryffindor?” I say looking at his facial features. Strong cheek bones, sharp jaw line, ocean blue eyes, some faint freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, eyebrow piercing and black hair with a fade around the edges, wavy curls on top. He really is very handsome.