Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Sketchbooks

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

As we continued browsing the shop, moving over to a section filled with artisanal stationery, delicate journals, and aesthetic desk accessories, my eyes suddenly landed on a gorgeous, leather-bound sketchbook with intricate gold foil detailing along the spine. I paused, picking it up. Ava loved sketching and jotting down story outlines whenever she was stressed; she had practically burned through her old notebook during the chaos of the past week. "Ooh, that's gorgeous," Stacey noted, stepping up beside me and peering over my shoulder. "Are you getting that for yourself?"

Tove provided a brief explanation. I snorted. Yeah, right. That wasn't possible. I didn't care what kind of magic they thought they had, there was no such thing as moving pictures. I'd seen one picture in my entire life, and it certainly hadn't moved. Unless someone thought the flames eating away at the edges counted as it ‘moving.' "We'll show you. I think Tove has the Harry Potter series," Tag said. "We can start tonight. Give everyone some time to process what's happened."

He let out a large ear to ear smile as he gracefully bowed before heading back down the hallway. As he left I took another glance at the pile of books I held in my arms. I contemplated for a moment to even consider sketching the drawings down in fear Holden will see them. I'll just have to keep my book in a safe place and out of sight from Holden's prying eyes. I tossed the pile of supplies on the bed going through them one by one, trying to decide which one I would use to sketch. In my hand I held and very small black book, small enough to fit in a purse or even a pocket.

“So what about magical creatures are we learning about today?” She grins at me before dropping a heavy book down in front of me, “History of magic creatures!” I put my face in my hands and groan, Drago chuckles from where he’s found a comfortable spot to watch us, a book in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him, “Harry Potter?” He gives me a sheepish smile, “Don’t spoil it, I’m only on the Prisoner of Askaban.” I laugh and turn back to Serena. “Alright we’re here so let's begin.”

There were so many books that all the bookshelves were full, and some of the tables in the center of the library had books piled on it. "We will need to add more bookshelves~." Susan commented and looked back at Madam Pince, who had some tears forming by her eyes' corners. "So many books…" Madam Pince said while taking one hand to her mouth. "Here." Susan spoke, drawing the attention from Madam Pince to her, and picked the big red leather bound book from the little bookshelf under the lectern. She showed the front cover to Madam Pince, who could read on it, written in golden letters engraved into the red leather cover, 'Hogwarts' Library: Book of Records'. Susan then put the book on the lect

Even if there isn't. I went directly to Draco's room and luckily I didn't have to struggle with the lock because it was open, even if it wasn't open…I would have bashed it anyway. I began rummaging through his belongings and just as I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a book that looked like a journal. I wanted to abandon it but it looked like something that was really valuable and ancient so I opened it and behold ….it was filled with potions and spells and theories of the wolf world.

“I’m tired, Haruki. But the exhaustion only hit me... after I stopped running.” “I know.” Haruki’s voice was almost a whisper. “And you don’t need to run tonight.” The room fell into silence. Outside, the rain seemed to know just when to hush. Evelyn glanced at the bookshelf beside her and let out a small laugh. “Is this… the 2014 sketchbook? You still kept my first design?” Haruki nodded. “The one you drew in the corner of a café—with a dull pencil.” “The one that bled ink onto the table?” Evelyn chuckled.

On the fourth afternoon, with Heri tucked away in her room for her usual nap, I found myself lingering by the couch where she’d left her sketchbook. Her actual portraits were stunning. They looked like photographs in graphite form. But there was something else in these pages. Her doodles. The first few pages were harmless or seemed so. Just collages of whirls, flowers, odd shapes, and sprawling patterns that seemed to go nowhere. But as I flipped further, the lines darkened. The shapes grew more defined, purposeful. The pages took on weight. Buildings, crumbling towers, archways that reminded me of the photo Ronan had shown me. Beasts that I'd never seen before. I was no expert in the supern

Everything that inspires me ends up in one of my sketchbooks. On one hand, I'm excited to show my "lovely" boss some of my drawings because I'm proud of what I've put into each of my sketchbooks. On the other hand, I'm terrified of putting myself out there, of being judged. Art isn't for everyone. I started drawing mainly out of boredom. I was in that fangirl phase obsessed with Harry Potter, convinced that soon a owl would fly through my window to deliver my Hogwarts letter. I didn't know how to pass the time, so I decided to try drawing Hedwig, and that's when I discovered I was incredibly good at it.