Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Dorm Room

Ten minutes had passed, Sirene and Soheila finally arrived in front of their dorm. “So, this is our dorm? Do we have other roommates?” Sirene asked. “Maybe or maybe not. Come.” Soheila opened the double door. And Sirene and she entered. Inside the dorm, two huge windows with a door on the side that a balcony can be seen from the windows. On the left, a four-step staircase with a hallway on top of the four-step staircase, and had 4 rooms while below the hallway, there are also 4 rooms. On the right side, it also had a four-step staircase with a hallway on top, but there are only two rooms, and it has no door. It seems like it's a kitchen and a dining area. In the middle area, there's a long s

Or, more likely, a more dangerous friend. Back in my dorm room, I locked the door, drew the blackout curtain, and turned on the single stuttering wardlight on my desk. The spellwork carved into the walls here was faded but clean. No embellishments or wasted space. Strictly for privacy and focus. Hawthorne House was not fucking around when it came to its warded spaces, not even for its guests.

he smiled and looked around the room, "Yeah, I just guessed on where to put everything, the only thing we didn't mess with is the clothes." I nodded as I sat down on the bed; I noticed my bags by the closet door, "This is amazing, Harry; it's exactly what I envisioned my room being. Thank you." Harry smiled,

I placed the gem on the table beside my bed. My dorm is not even the half size of my room but it is cozy. When you open the door, which opens to the left cause the door handle is located on the right part. You will see my living space, there's a sofa that can fit three people and a single sofa that's really comfortable. And on the right most corner of the room, the small kitchen is built in. There was a small stove set up and one of the cabinets is full of coals you can burn to cook your food. And there's a window behind the stove for ventilation. A small storage for dried goods is also built-in on the wall. One cabinet has magic on it, it stays ice cold until as long as it can be. You can s

I turned around and saw him walking. Harry continued his steps past me. I looked at him and watched where he was walking. Harry then looked back and saw me motionless there. He stopped his steps for a moment. "What are you doing? Come with me to my room, don't just stand there," Harry said calmly. But somehow, it made me panic. "Yes, I will." I gave my answer and immediately followed him. The room looked large. Judging by the style of the room, I guessed that it was Harry's private room. I could easily conclude that the place was reminiscent of Harry's assertive and robust style.

A few candles still burned faintly on the walls, casting flickering light on the paintings and furniture, but no one was around. Ares led her through a back corridor, past the old library, and down a narrow hallway that led to an unused guest room. The air was still here. Dust floated in the dim light. “Here,” he said, opening the door and letting her slip inside first. Hermoine threw off her hood and turned to him. “You’re getting better at this.” “I’ve had practice,” Ares said with a grin. She sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. Her eyes moved around the room slowly, taking in the old dresser, the small desk in the corner, and the thick curtains over the window.

The dull ache in my temples only increased when the guard opened the door to my new room, waving me inside with a stony face. The room was small. There was little furniture save for the wooden beds and the small ugly dresser at the edge of the room. The round, blue-tinted windows opened to a depressing view of the dark castle with its slick black walls and fire pits littering the foyer. “Thank you, Hagrid,” Bella’s voice whispered behind me and I held my breath, catching her hard orange-brown eyes as her feline face sharpened in the yellow light of the room. The door closed with a heavy thud behind us and silence twitched in the air between us.

And gasped. It wasn’t a dorm. It was a godsdamned luxury apartment. Black velvet furniture. Gothic arches. Chandeliers of obsidian and glowing quartz. A four poster bed with dark silk sheets. Floating shelves lined with ancient books and shadow lit candles. Off to the right was a door that led to a beautiful bathroom, and there was even the cutest kitchenette with a mini stove, microwave and fridge. It looked like a vampire heiress and a witch queen shared an interior designer and said “go wild.” “Maybe the room just… knows,” I whispered in awe. Zephyr did say the school was alive. The lights flickered once.

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.

Her voice was filled with honey and sympathy as she asked me with her eyes roaming my body. "Where am I? Who are you? What is this place? Where is my bro?" I fired questions on her but her expression didn't even budge. "Dear, you will have all of your answers very soon but before that let me introduce myself. I am Mrs.Potter, the senior maid of dorm block A. Your room is also there but right now you are in Mike's bedroom in dorm block B." She replied politely and professionally. How could people talk like robots? Straight and stern.