Harry Potter Hobbies Novels & Stories

Never celebrating it does that to you. I'd have to go out tomorrow and figure out something to give him that he'd actually like. I don't know what on earth to buy him. His hobbies include working out and cooking low-carb high-protein meals. He's impossible to buy for; he has everything and everything he doesn't, he could easily.

"I’ve been busy since I was young, Rave. I worked part-time jobs as a teenager and continued to work through college. I even studied physiotherapy while working as a nurse." Raven stopped chewing immediately. “Can you split yourself in two? You couldn’t possibly do all that with just one body.” “There’s nothing special about it. I just had to work hard. And you’re always busy too, aren’t you? You probably don’t have hobbies either.” Gia skillfully shifted the conversation away from her own life, which she didn't enjoy discussing for a variety of reasons, including a less than ideal childhood. “You’d be surprised! I actually have many hobbies. During college, I engaged in horseback riding, po

"Harry replied. The three chatted as they walked to the school cafeteria. After ordering three lunches, the three of them walked to the lawn of the school lawn and sat down to eat and talk. "Peter, I remember you were interested in biotechnology and genetics," said Harry, suddenly mentioning Peter's interests. "Well, yes, if that's all right. I hope to get a job in a research office after graduation." Harry replied, taking a bite of his bread.

"I would like to spend one night in a harry potter theme room." "What?" He chuckled. "Harry Potter?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I love that series. Now you tell." He scratched his jawline before answering, "I would like to travel somewhere as a nobody. I want to live with them, be like them, indulge in their culture." "You love traveling?" I placed my chin on my palm, grinning. "Traveling gives the best photo shots. I adore them." He took my hand, cleaning the blood with the cotton. "Name one thing of mine that angers you."

"Harry Potter, huh?" Rosie's cheeks warmed up as she took the book back. "For old times sake." Anthony's eyes lit up as he looked down at her, a warm and easy smile resting on his face. "Personally, my preference lies with the Half Blood Prince." Rosie's eyebrows raised in surprise. "You... like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" He chuckled, tilting his head. "Although I will sheepishly admit that I have only watched the movies and not read the books."

He must have some deep connection with humans to be affected like this. Although he's never serious, this is the first time I seen him taking this topic seriously. He lived for more decades than me so it’s obviously him that has the more experience living with the humans. He stayed longer in this world. He must have seen everything and experienced everythhing. He then browsed on some movies and squeeled in delight seeing a certain on, "You know harry potter?" he asked, "This is my fave."

' she replied. I smiled by seeing her massage, thank god she also missed me... 'first you tell me do you have any ideas of uncle Henry and Chris's hobbies??' I send a massage. 'Hobbies????' she replied with confused emoji. 'yeah!!! Tell me do you?' I send impatiently. 'hmmm.' she just hummed in reply. 'Then tell me.' I send back. 'uhhh.... Dad like to watch horse racing, he likes playing golf, and country concerts. And brother Chris..... He likes football, bts concerts, polo....' she replied...

As she chewed on the salad, she licked the inside of her lips. " Before the meal is over, I requested the maids to deliver an appetiser." As his gaze lingered on her, he said. "Did the maid also help you decorate the garden?! " She asked, " No, I decorated the garden myself. " He replied which amazed Miranda. So he was the one who placed all the candlelights in the garden. " What are your hobbies?! " She asked, making him chuckle. " I have no hobbies, Cupcake. Except for reading, drinking early morning coffee and going out to jog. I don't think those are hobbies " He smirked.

That they wouldn't want to stay, but that he enjoyed the company of his teachers, especially his potions teacher, due to the fact that he would have to take vacation classes at boarding school so as not to fail next year. Potions were more than essential, which according to him, he needed for the new ones to become a doctor and nurse, so, Professor Yatagarasu. Since he was 12 years old, until today at the age of 14, he has dreamed of being a doctor or a nurse or a magical healer, this he has made clear, with the private healing classes, which he has begged and insisted on with his tutors.

She had insisted on helping me do it but I had bluntly refused. She was almost at the verge of tears as she watched me throughout the entire process, lending a hand at any chance she got. It wouldn't be special if I let her do everything. “Xander?” I called from outside the closed door to his bedroom, holding the offering. I opened the door when I didn't get any response and I saw him seated at the edge of his bed, reading a novel. “Harry Potter!” I exclaimed, hastening my steps towards him. “That's my absolute favorite. I didn't know you read.”