Harry Potter Dorm Room Mga Nobela at Kwento

Every flicker of his storm-gray eyes in my direction when he thought I wasn't watching. "Competitors," Vera's voice echoed. "Enter." The doors swung open. The Council chamber had been transformed. The thirteen thrones still stood in their arc, but the center of the room was cleared. A large stone basin sat on the floor, its rim carved with unfamiliar, ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, reddish light. In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood.

The old paintings and tapestries that hung on the walls seemed to come alive as you walked past them. The dorm was divided up into sections which were called cabins. It was an area of three or four rooms .. each room had its own bathroom and housed two students. And those rooms shared a common room…. Sooo Harry Potter. The common rooms all had their own fireplace which we kept going at all times during the colder months .. like right now.

Before I get to say anything in response to his words, Harry slams the door shut, and I can hear clicks as he locks the door from the outside. It's only after I hear his footsteps fade as he walks away that I walk deeper into the room that he locked me in. I didn't get to stare at its contents that other day, so now I take in as many details as I can. Of course, the room is themed black, and it is as spacious as a house on its own. I see some quotes on his wall. There are some punching bags hung, and of course, his huge throne-line chair that sits next to his large window.

Harry smirked looking at me and started showing me the building. “Why did you create a scene?” I asked angrily. “Not me. You should’ve accepted in the first place.” We climbed upstairs and stood in front of a room. He opened the door saying “It’s my bedroom.” Without entering in, I looked at it. I saw a huge bed and his picture frame that occupied most of the wall hung behind the bed. I even glanced at a swimming pool behind a glass door. Damn! The room looked ecstatic. “You can enter in.” He said smirking.

Having finished his dinner, he retired to his chambers for the night. On that same night, near midnight, Susan could be found sitting in a high back chair that could resemble the throne of a queen. The chair was in a secret room in the castle that had no apparent doors and four windows, one in each cardinal direction. The same room was circular and well decorated in four sections. It contained a big round table in its center and another three high back chairs around it, just like the one that Susan was occupying. Each chair had a Hogwarts House shield at the top of its back that matched the decoration of each section of the room. Red and gold for the Gryffindor's section, yellow and black fo

It appeared simple and tastefully decorated. Sienna was about to close the door when she realized that Harry had been staring at her with a trace of playfulness on his face. She asked, “What? Is there a problem with my choice?” “No.” The smile on Harry's lips grew broader; he didn’t tell her that this was his room. Sienna closed the door and locked it up. It was a spacious bedroom. The bed was neat and clean. It was so tidy that there wasn’t even a crease on the bedsheet. She could tell that the sheets and duvet covers had recently been replaced.

After shutting the door behind her she had noticed there wasn't a lock. Propping a chair against the door would work... but she had no chair in the room. This room had been the home gym until being converted. It wasn't big enough to fit much more than a bed and a wardrobe, but Harry had made an effort to decorate it beautifully, with posh lighting and a few paintings that looked expensive. He told her she could change it any way she liked, making it reflect her personal style, but she was happy to keep it as it was--stylish and smart. That wasn't so bad, right?

The house smelled like lavender and dark chocolate and the hallway was lined with exquisite paintings and masterful engravings ornamented the ceiling. I had only ever been to Bridget’s private condo. But this place… her condo couldn’t even be compared to this place. “Here is your room. I had it specially decorated for you.” She opened a door and I gasped as my eyes looked around the room. It looked like where a queen would sleep. A chandelier hung on the ceiling, bathing the room with an enchanting glow. There was a balcony as well as a private bathroom. “Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!”