Harry Potter Hobbies Novels & Stories

“What do you like, Harry? Hobby-wise?” “Swimming, chess, golf, horse-riding, horse polo, archery.” He counted on his fingers, lost in thought. “Don’t say lacrosse too,” I said, a smile reaching my eyes, and he looked at me confused. Leo started laughing, “He was the captain of the lacrosse team in high school.” “What’s there to laugh about?” Harry sounded a little irritated and aggressively gulped down the orange juice. “It’s an amazing sport.” “No, it’s boring like every other hobby of yours,” Leo stated with a smug look on his face. “Even Kat thinks that, right?”

"We end up taking the remaining potion as well as a pencil and paper out to the bar. I get things set up for the evening while Harry alternates between writing down lists of different holidays and occasions and flinging the potion around the room to watch the clouds float around. We still have some potion left when I open up for the evening, although I’ve put it behind the bar, not wanting anyone to mistake it for a beverage. I don’t think it would do any serious damage. But I bet they would be hiccuping up glitter for weeks at the very least. “Did you want a drink?” I ask Harry. He frowns at me, apparently unhappy. “What?” I ask. “You never ask me what I want. You just give me whatever awfu

She noticed his dominating aura and looked around. There was no one like him in the whole restaurant. All the girls were time to time looking at him and she felt anger at how shameless they are. "So what are your hobbies?" She asked him making him sit back and look at her attentively. "I like to read on nature and science. Gardening is my favourite time pass. Archery is my evening time play. I play with guns and have a big collection. I also like snooker. I am also a gym freak. What about you?" Asher spoke casually. It was first time some one actually asked him about his hobbies. Ashley was though impressed but a little afraid of his extra dangerous hobbies such as archery and playing with g

Hobbies: Reading, singing, and make-overs Music: Pretty's On The inside, Perfect Two, Faded, Unity Singers: Alan Walker Books: Harry Potter, Twilight, Romeo and Juliet Author: William Shakespeare, Stephenie Meyer Sports: None. Bestfriends: Hamie, Myca, Trina, Rain Told ya. Xiera's so feminine. She doesn’t like sports because she doesn’t want to get sweaty. And she loves make-ups, so when we we're in high school she already wear make-ups. But, it's not thick! It's too light, that you won't even notice that she wears a make-up, because it looks natural. She doesn't use Eyelash Extensions, because her eyelashes are already long.

I say. Dad shakes his head. “He’s still young. He’ll bounce back. Maybe quicker than he thinks.” The joke slides right past me. I take another sip of water and focus on the condensation running down the glass instead of the conversation. Hailey comes to the rescue almost immediately, “Girl talk aside, any hobbies outside school?” Gratitude floods my chest. “Yeah. Photography. Reading sometimes.” “That’s cool,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you like to photograph?”

“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.”

He was always giggling whenever you see him on one of the rare occasions where he will appear on the playground. The most beautiful part of Tom's personality is that he is the guru-kind of guy, expansive knowledge in that his brain is hidden by his onion-ball-cut hair, and bubbly. The air bubbles whenever he is present. Tom loves some particular types of books; magic books. He's always intrigued and eager to know more whenever he picks a book on magic. He wonders why there's no real magic in the world or if it had been shut off at one place.

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

We sat down on a bench overlooking the beautiful garden just outside the dining hall, a place where flowers bloomed in every color imaginable, so bright and perfect it almost looked fake. “What do you do in your free time?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. “Do you even have any hobbies?” He turned toward me, resting his arm along the back of the bench so his whole body faced mine. “Good question,” he said thoughtfully. “It’s a little hard to answer.” His lips moved slowly, like he was tasting every word. “Everything I do is… essentially my job. I love reading, but I read to learn—to better understand my people, to understand the other Kingdoms.” His gaze drifted past me, as if he

Since, I didn't have much to do, I developed an obsession; TONY! He would always be alone. He loved reading books of various genre. He was pretty good with cooking. He was very hard working and worked part time as tutor. He always missed one week in a month from school. He was an active member of indoor sports club; chess. He never saw me looking at him as he was always lost in his own world. Somehow, that made me even more obsessed.