Harry Potter Fanfiction Characters Read The Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said, peering out from behind the book in my hand, "I really wanted to know what happened to Diana and am waiting for her and Matthew to get together." "Really, is that what you are waiting for?" He asked, stealing a glance towards Draco, "I will have to re-access if you like fantasy novels or romantic ones. I mean, I gave you ‘A Discovery of Witches’*, and instead of asking about the missing alchemical manuscript Ashmole 782, you want to know when Diana and Matthew will sort out their feelings?" "Girls, dude, they are just wired that way," Draco added. "God, you two are such babies still complaining about girls. Rooting for the lead couple is so normal and human." I scolded.

"What do you want to talk about?" He put down the book he was reading and eyed me, his eyes lingering on my hips as if checking if I were okay. Deep in those eyes, I could see something I couldn't make out. He cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from me and returning it to the book on his lap. "I want to make a proposal, Carissa." He patted the space next to him. "Sit." I hesitated for a moment, then decided to oblige, taking a seat beside him on the vintage couch. The proximity was uncomfortably strange for me. Strange because it was making me hot especially what had just happened in my room. He'd seen everything!

Daniel himself was sure that Harriet was like this because what she experienced that night had shocked her, making her force her entire body to work optimally. And sure enough, when Daniel opened the door, he saw the exact same sight. In fact, it seemed that the chair where Harriet was sitting didn't move one bit. Daniel saw Harriet lowered her face, reading an ancient text from the castle library written in the old spelling from a hundred years ago. The text didn't even talk about Sorcery, only mentioning Sorcery in a sentence or two in the book, but Harriet insisted on reading them all. "Madam."

Anything" Abel was trying to slide down from his mom's embrace, Eva saw this and put him down, I kneen down so I can have the same height as little Abel. "Anything you want" "Will you read for me then?" Abel asked while looking at me with that puppy eyes, how can I say no? "Of course, I will, but what you want me to read?" I asked while patting his head. "HARRY POTTER" Oh, look like we have another Potterhead in the family.

The sun was out, and the weather was beautiful. A contrast to the storm brewing inside the house. I signed and leaned against Mum’s grave as I continued reading Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince since it had been one of her favourite books when she was alive. I hadn’t been a big fan of books and only read because of Mom. I read about seven chapters before I got tired, so I closed the book and lay down on the well-trimmed grass beside her grave. Weird, I know but it always calmed me down to be this close to her.

I learned to love stories while still at the orphanage, as they always soothed my fears. I start looking for something interesting to read and I find the book Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I always wanted to read this book. I go to the small sofa that is located in the center of the library and sit down. I won't even say how the decoration is here, because everyone already knows that everything is in golden tones. It's just enough now that their underpants are golden. I laugh when imagining the daring of the five boys. Would they be that bold?

He raised the book in his hand up to his face and my eyes followed it. *HARRY PORTER* I still don't understand the hype around that book. I'm yet to read it and I won't judge it yet but the book is so popular that I wonder what is so special about it. "Are you mad at me?" I asked, my hand cupping his cheek. "No, you gotta do what you've got to do. " He responded and grinned widely, that boyish charm that has always been one of his signatures showcasing itself again. "Let's go to our spot."

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”