Harry Potter Sketchbooks Novels & Stories

he declared triumphantly. Sharon caught the sketch book, her heart leaping when he cautioned her what she'd find inside. Every single page held a group of wolves, some hurried sketches done apparently in a rush, as though he couldn't get the image from his mind and onto paper quick enough. Other sketches were more precise than she would have imagined—hulking, sharp-eyed, living in a manner that made it harder to breathe. She gazed down at Alexander, displaying the sketchbook, "You're a wolf fan, huh?"

“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.

She saw the various pictures of what he did. Arosh was flabbergasted at what she found out, on the grounds that she recently dated that the two of them love human expression. She figured she and Harry would get along, at some point. "Concerning you, do you have an image of your drawings on your telephone?" Harry inquired. Arosh scratched her head prior to replying, "Ah, nothing. I don't picture my works. My drawings are on my sketchpad." "That's what ok is along these lines, well later, satisfy showing it to me."

There's a huge table in the middle of the room, full of papers and jars of pickled animals and even more books. Hyden might be gone, but the smarmy aura he carried around him is very much present in here. And something is calling me to look around. So I do just that. I don't really know what I'm looking for. I pore through the books and the papers, opening drawers and cabinets. More papers. Records of things, completely harmless. The books are filled with spells and potion ingredients and instructions. Most of them are for healing. Particularly, healing himself. It doesn't seem like there would be anything here. It's just an office after all.

But the label had no name, no address, no signature, nothing. “They left a clean sheet,” He chuckled, then after a series of shredded wraps, he finally arrived at the paperworks. A simple blue file with a rough, unfinished cover, its surface has no names or titles. Flipping it over, he found a confusing array of scribbled notes which apparently read out— strange things– I guess. “What does it say? ” I got curious, unaware that I was already standing. “I wasn't expecting them to be this clever” Harry tore out a very thin slate of a transparent piece of paper, “You know what this is? ” he held it up like a loose leaf, fluttering in the air. I shook my head, that doesn't look important.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

But still, it was nice to have someone to talk to instead of always being by myself. After the class (which lasted five minutes longer because Mr Kramer felt the need to talk about unserious students who were definitely going to fail his class), I was just packing up when my copy of Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban fell out of my bag. I carried it wherever I went, mostly so I had something to read when I was bored. But as soon as Solimar saw it, she squeaked in joy. "You’re a Potterhead?" she asked, picking up the book.

I traced my fingers over the faded black ink, expecting to find a list of charity donations or real estate transactions. Instead, the heavy parchment contained dozens of strange, detailed sketches. "What does it say, Jaslyn?" Connor demanded to know, the urgent edge in his voice forcing me to focus on the intricate drawings. "They are anatomical drawings of massive wolves, Connor, and the sketches are incredibly detailed," I described the horrific images. "Wolves?" he repeated in absolute confusion. "Why would a wealthy business family keep a secret book about wild animals locked inside an iron vault?" he questioned the bizarre logic. "I do not think these are normal animals," I murmured, tu

I peer at it curiously. “What are you working on?” I ask. Harry smiles and holds it up for me to see. “It’s a floorplan of this place. I figure it will help with planning. I was also going to sketch up a few of the ideas we wrote down last time. Your co-owner wanted a budget summary right? So we should start a break down of what spells you want to use and how much the ingredients cost, then we can come up with a proper plan and…why are you staring at me?” "

"I'll surpass you if you don't work hard!" Harvey snapped back to reality and threw his brush away with a blush. "Eh?" Toph was taken aback. "You..." "Boring!" Harvey huffed and got up to leave. Toph was puzzled. Harvey was too unpredictable. He had just made a joke earlier! He wanted to peek at Harvey's sketchbook but found a thick pile of drafts under the easel. Curiosity compelled him to pick them up, and he couldn't stop once he started going through them.