Harry Potter Dorm Room Novels & Stories

She was annoyed at them for spoiling her peace of mind. “Sorry ma’am, the room has to be ready by tonight.” He told her and turned back to his work. “God this is so annoying..” She muttered under her breath and left the room. The next morning when she came to office, she noticed the room was ready to be occupied. She wondered why this room was getting renovated in such a hurry. Moreover it looked posh and way too big. Harry had his own room two floor above hers. There were separate rooms for Rodrick and her father as well, then who was going to use this room? She began to ponder as she settled in her chair.

' I told myself. When I pushed open the door to Room 412, the air inside was suffocating. Professor Mann stood in the middle of the room, her face grim. Two school administrators stood nearby, speaking in low, serious voices. The whole dorm felt muted, like someone had hit pause. Outside, the occasional crackle of New Year's fireworks sounded painfully out of place. My bed was neat. Untouched. Across from me, Giselle, Kathryn, and Sarah Freud's beds were exactly as they'd left them.

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.

It was my house as much as it was hers; she could not tell me what I could do there. "No can do, I have a special roommate who doesn't want people around." Even though I was telling myself this wasn't for her, why didn't I let my friends come over? "My place then," Hendrix said, not bothering to argue it with me. "Okay then, I guess our weekend is going to be filled with alcohol and coffee," Noah sighed tiredly. "What department is hosting the party?" I ask. "Pharmacy," his reply made a smirk climb up my face. I was so curious to see what River would do when she saw me there.

“So this is your humble abode!” “Isn't every dorm room like this? A mini parlour, two bedrooms and a bathroom?” Damon tilts his head slightly. “Well… not every dorm. Mine has a kitchen, a bathtub, just one room with a walk-in closet and the parlour is more spacious.” My jaw nearly drops. “In this very academy?” He nods. “You're a Nepo baby through and through.” He chuckles. “I guess so. Now where's the ointment you talked about on our way here?”

You're the most entitled person I've ever met. Our other roommates widened their eyes in shock. "Are you serious? How can you talk to Ms. Stuart like that? Do you really not know who she is?" "Her dad is the richest man in Weslington!" "Quick, apologize to Vanessa! Or with the level of influence her dad has, you might not even get to move into the dorm after all!" Vanessa couldn't hide the smugness in her eyes as she listened to the other two young women take her side.

But the best part, the hideous thing featured several pictures of gifts with the coy message splayed proudly in the middle: 'Can I be your gift tonight? She had no idea where he had found such a thing, but it was adorable and she couldn't stop giggling under her breath as she approached him. His pearly whites charming as he spotted her. He certainly fit in with the decorations. Her aunt had strung the living room to the brim with decorations, the room lined with miniature Christmas trees, lights glowing and strung bright along the ceiling and down the doorframes, and holly everywhere, as far as the eye could see. The only thing that didn't fit the winter wonderland inside the house was hones

After leaving for Azmia, he had given me the keys, but I had lived at dorms to be more social. Everything was still the same. With beige walls, a twin size bed in the corner with a metal head frame, white lace curtain surrounding the bed, fairy lights all over the walls hanging over Audrey Hepburn’s poster, my half-empty closet, a vanity dresser with mirror and a bookshelf filled with fantasy books and my soft toys from childhood.

There is a huge cauldron for potions in the middle of the room with dry herbs hanging from the living room. Elle's eyes go a little wider as she looks around at what seems like the perfect witch's house so far. There is a small hallway in the back that branches off into a few different rooms. Dante leads the way down to the last one and opens it up to a master suite. It is painted all in soft colors with a king size bed and matching furniture. The comforter on the bed is pink with the moon and sun phases in gold.

"My parents and my sister, Lyla." He turned back to her after nodding and taking another look at the picture. "So, the room?" Hyper aware of his presence behind her, Grace guided him down the corridor. She said, "It's not very large," and opened the second bedroom door. "But it gets good light in the morning." Max entered and looked around the deserted room. With the exception of the dust bunnies beneath the bed and an enigmatic stain on the carpet that Grace had spent hours cleaning, Megan had taken everything.