Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Description In Book

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

I gesture in the general direction of the door, away from where we are both standing. “Seriously? Won’t that make a mess?” He asks warily. “Just do it, you’ll see.” I promise. Harry shrugs and flings the potion into the air. Within a few moments of being airborne the potion changes from liquid to gas and basically turns into a miniature, pastel pink and very glittery cloud. Harry stares at it wide-eyed. “Woah, that’s awesome. It kind of looks like a little kid's dream decorations for some unicorn princess themed party. What exactly IS the potion?” He asks. I laugh at his description. He isn’t wrong.

Harry has a very masculine face with bushy eyebrows over lined eyes, a high, straight bridge of the nose, thick lips with a split line, and a beard that is under the skin. A brown T-shirt that hugged Harry's muscular frame was on him. He has been doing heavy work since he was young, so his body is very muscular and well-built. His fingers are also larger than average, and his hands are very wide. When Harry stood up, he was as tall as a bear and looked like he was more than six feet. When the majority of the customers had left the restaurant, Terry, Harry, and the other staff cleared the dishes from the table. Bring them all to the kitchen to be washed.

Goosebumps were crawling all over my skin. I didn't really want to associate with the students at the school so I had no business with whoever was staring at me. I didn't turn to look instead, I focused my gaze on the door as a professor, whom I believed was a Chemistry professor, made his way in. He was a short, rotund man with a saggy belly and premature baldness on his head. He wore round-rimmed glasses that resembled those of Harry Potter. A black briefcase was firmly held in his hand.

I enter the kitchen area and stop midway in my tracks . I see harry cooking something on the stove but that's not the main topic ,the scenery ,the reason to everyone's serendipity is him cooking shirtless with bed hair . I force myself to move a few steps and i am face to face with the not-so-familiar muscular torso from yesterday and pants hung dangerously low to elicit dirty thoughts early in the morning before i quashed them down. Harry turns his head up sensing my presence.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

“Of course not. I just cleaned the lens of your heart camera, if you wanna put it that way. There are countless beings around us other than shadows, dear. Beings that will never harass you or do you any harm. It’s time you let your heart rest from trying to pierce into the darkness and turn to the light.” “Meaning now I’m gonna go around seeing these blurs of light everywhere?” “No. Meaning if you ever need to see them, now they can show themselves to you.” “Oh, okay.” Hugo brought our bowls filled with fresh steamy tea and we lingered there, sipping them in silence like the day before. We heard a knock on the door and Harry made his regal entrance. Today he wore jeans and a tartan shirt. He

It was like the man in front of me had changed bodies in mere two seconds of time. Before I could answer, a booming voice rang behind me, “Hope..?” And without turning back, I recognized the voice that had been haunting my memories for more than a decade. I turned back on my slippers to see a heavy, big man with beard hiding half of his face and a black bandana holding the curly locks on his head. His mouth was curved up in a smile so big that I could see each one of his teeth. He looked like Hagrid from the Harry Potter movies, accept for the bandana and the body without any fat.

One had curly bouncy hair looking cute, next was a boy with brown eyes, another was there with black long hair, another was there wearing Harry potter spectacles looking like he was going to be the topper of the class. As I was trying to take the picture of everyone in my mind, suddenly my gaze stopped on a boy sitting at the corner table. His eyes were fixed on his book. When he lifted his head and gave me a look, my heart started to throb out loud. His green eyes blinked twice looking at me before shifting his gaze back to his book. He was so handsome. His green eyes were deep and sparkling in which you can get easily lost. He was fair and pale white. I didn’t get to admire his handsomenes

There were great foods and a few beers on our table, I guess drinking beer is an everyday thing on this island. Harry seemed comfortable with his head on my lap as he crossed his leg over the other. He had his eyes closed the entire time I was doing his hair and I think he had fallen asleep because he is slightly snoring. Harry has wonderful lashes, not too long and not too short as well, just resting perfectly above his cheek. He has a really nice nose line in a very manly structure that matched his face. He has plump pinkish lips parted slightly as he snores. He has arches brows with fine hair and a small scar on his eyelid. Harry had tanner skin and looked reddish too but he looked manlie