Harry Potter Dorm Room Novels & Stories

“This looks more magnificent today.” Dumbledore complimented. “Oh!! Actually I did some refurnishing during the weekend. But here it is, a space has been made for you.” I mumbled as we entered the lift. “And over there.” I pointed at the end of the hall and the door had a bold inscription, “ASSOS. DUMBLEDORE VOLDEMORT”, he smiled as he saw how his name was boldly written. “Woah!! Such formality!!” He snapped.

Her warmth seeps into me like sunlight after a long winter. “Thank you,” I mumble, returning her hug shyly. “I’m glad to be here.” When I step inside, I’m pleasantly surprised. The dorm room is spacious, with two single beds made of polished wood and matching desks on either side. There’s enough space to move around without bumping into anything. Kiana’s side of the room glows softly with fairy lights strung along the wall. A lava lamp bubbles gently on her dresser, surrounded by cute trinkets and photos. The room feels alive—like someone actually lives here and loves it.

" Tim asked as he cleaned away his perspiration. “No, Harry replied. “Aren't you keen on her?" Tim asked once more. I don't have the foggiest idea. Harry answered while drinking water. Afterward, they got back to their individual quarters. Harry's residence is on the subsequent floor and it is the primary entryway on the left, this is the room he generally picks since it has natural air and before the school field. He opened the entryway of his room and changed garments. He initially removed his elastic shoes, and he removed his sweat-soaked white shirt and afterward he removed his shorts.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

He said all of it in one breath like he was dying to avoid my eyes. I smacked my lips. “Fine.” I walked to the entrance of the dorm. It was still a dorm but it looked like a hotel room for some prince. There was an entry door, but inside the place had a living room with two chairs, a small round table and behind that a tiny kitchen space with shiny surfaces. Everything was white and black. The sofa was a three seater with a glass center table. His bedroom had a king sized bed in the middle. One corner had a study table and another corner had a full gaming zone.

"I pause for a fifteen minute break after the dinner rush ends and immediately head into my work room where I can relax. I don’t even bother complaining when Harry follows me in there. I really ought to bring some actual chairs in here, but it’s not a huge room and I need all the space I can manage for my potion making. Still, I feel a little bad when, with a type of fluid grace I could never manage, he settles himself down on the floor with his legs crossed.

"And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure," the ancient wizard (Albus Dumbledore) says in chapter 3 of The Half-Blood Prince. * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It was at dawn when I was awoken from my slumber. Knowing that even one small thud could wake my mom up, I left my door slightly open and walked to the kitchen. Since I could not go back to sleep, I might as well wake up now. I opened the drawer on my right and grabbed a yellow mug with flowers painted on the front. With the mug in one hand, I went to the sink and filled it with water. I gulped the water down in one go and put the mug on the kitchen counter.

The material for new comforters had been ordered and he received a text notification that it had arrived. As he stood in the hallway, he looked at Marie's room with all its bookshelves and new Harry Potter Ravenclaw curtains. Even her bed had been made, not perfectly, but more than it usually was. Her room was dark, but she had always been drawn to the darker colors and books and movies.

"How about we get you back to bed, hmm?" Harry looks between us, then directly at me with an expression that hits me harder than the entire argument I had with his mother. "And Jaxon too, Mommy? Can Jaxon come too?" Natalie exhales slowly like the question itself is chipping away at her anger. Without looking at me, she says, "Of course, baby. Come on." Harry's room is any kid’s paradise. There’s dinosaur wallpaper plastered on the wall, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, books scattered across a small reading chair, and painted rocks on top of a cupboard.

It even has a thick comforter and the floral prints on the edge is just so beautiful. She placed her luggage near her drawers and flop her body on the mattress. A long satisfying sigh escape her lips and she fold her arms behind her head. Everything almost felt perfect until she hears her door opens and a low chuckle fills the room. Alice rolled her eyes and curled her finger into a tight fist. “What are you doing here? This is my room. My space. Go away!” She glared at him who remains standing by the door with his arm crossed and back leaning on the door. It’s weird that Harry who has always been particular about time would waste it just by standing there and stare at her for a whole minute