Harry Potter Hobbies Novels & Stories

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

"So you've finally proven you're good at something besides pole dancing and swaying your hips." "I'm good at everything that crosses your mind, sir." A light laugh escaped me as I whisked the eggs into the vegetables and added the cheese. "Really? And what exactly are you skilled at besides dancing and swimming?" With a mischievous arch of his brow, he folded his arms and tossed his wicked question my way. At that moment, I probably looked like I was about to faint. I couldn't control my expression whenever his intentions made filthy images appear in my head. "Simple hobbies. Singing, writing, and reading books—usually philosophical ones. I'm also good at sewing and knitting."

said Oliver. "You two are Tom and Jerry. I wonder whose idea it was to put you both together," Mel said in exasperation. "Your idea," the two men replied in unison. Phoenix shook his head with a small smile."No one is against me listing out my hobbies, right?" "Nope," the three men chorused. "Okay. I don't have many hobbies, to begin with. After meeting my mate, wanting to pamper her and make her pleased became one of the things I enjoy. Before then, I enjoyed training and torturing."

“Bad painting. Terrible painting. But it relaxes me.” Hazel stared at him. “I would never have guessed that.” And that was the truth. Henry gave off the vibes of someone into horseback riding, drinking with buddies, partying and well anything other than a hobby as simple and calming as painting. She wasn't exactly a saint herself and loved partying but she'd never expected that he would love something as simple as art. “I don’t really talk about it,” he said. “It’s one of the few things that’s just mine.”

I'm not even sure Deva can sing. A flicker of emotion passed through his eyes, and unless I was mistaken and silly, I could've sworn that it was sadness, longing. No. I was mistaken. He was probably upset that I might've reminded him of me. "Interesting choice," he said straight up like there was never a brief pause between our conversation. "And what are your hobbies?" I asked, already knowing the answers, saying them in my mind as you listed. "Archery, horse riding, and painting." There is one more you're not telling me, baking; the last one you hide, refusing to ever tell anyone.

“We don’t have an attic in the apartment, Jake. Come on, help me with them. You promised you would.” He huffed and sat beside me on the floor. “I was thinking more of finding your old pictures, diaries, and even lingerie.” His look was heated when he whispered the last word, making me shiver. “I already packed most of them except my lingerie and books,” I replied and awed at the old Harry Potter book set my mom had bought me on my birthday. It was old but still held so many memories. Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house.

“What other hobbies do you have that I don’t know about?” “Darts ain’t exactly a hobby. It’s an excuse to hang out with my friends and drink beer. They’ve been trying to get me to join a volleyball league but it doesn’t interest me. I’m in a book club, but half the time I don’t read the damn ‘literary’ books they pick because they’re total downers.”

Ilayda asks. “I’m not sure. What are you all in the mood for?” “Nothing romantic. I’m tired of wedding planning and I don’t want to see it on TV.” Adelina says. “Hmmm, how about Harry Potter?” Winnie asks. Yes, we know about all the human movies, and we like to watch them, especially Winnie who has a concerning obsession with the Harry Potter movies and books. “Winn, you ALWAYS want to watch Harry Potter.” I roll my eyes.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t know anything, but I’m still learning.” He reached up and flicked his ear with a smile. “Goblins don’t have pointed ears, we’re also normal-sized, just like you. House elves don’t even exist, so I’m guessing you’re thinking about those little critters from the wizard movies, what are they called?” “Harry Potter, and they were books first. Really good books, by the way, if you’re a reader.” I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. “Muffler breath? Read? Ha! That’s a good one!” Jade said as she set a drink down in front of him.

“As I thought.” Before I could answer, Harry spoke again. “Sienna.” He had returned to the terribly bored tone. “I was in the middle of something exciting before you called.” At that, Cassy giggled in the background. Heat flooded my face. “I’d like to get back to it,” he said. “Oh, one last thing. You remember the crazy things you’d always wanted to try in the bedroom?” I felt every muscle in my body stiffen. “The whips, the toys, the restraints… turns out I love them.”