Harry Potter Sketching Novels & Stories

Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes. "He’s really, really tall," Heidi explained, pointing her small finger at the yellow circles. "And he wears a big coat with a hood, just like a wizard. He doesn't talk out loud. He talks inside my head like a whisper. And he has eyes like the moon, Mommy. They glow bright yellow even when the sun is hiding."

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

Olivia looked at the sketch and saw that she had drawn a big hycwen and a werewolf fighting each other. Olivia bit back tears and quickly wiped off her cheeks to show no sign of nervousness. If she would get nervous, Sarah would get nervous too and that was not something either of them wanted. Olivia smiled at the sketch and caressed her daughter by gently moving her hands from her head to her back, “That looks so good Sarah. Would you like to come out? We have a guest with us.” Sarah had been coloring the hycwen with a pastel green shade and her fingers stopped scratching against the paper lightly before she looked at her mother again.

He sat down, opened his notebook and started sketching. What he was sketching,he didn't know but his hands moved over the paper. His pencil just drew something he didn't know and wouldn't know until he was finished. He also couldn't see that his eyes were now glowing blue. How could he? At the end of his sketch, he looked at his work. It was the sea dweller. A perfect image of Cordelia with a crown atop her head. He flipped a few pages. The book was filled with previous sketches of Cordelia, a princess, A queen, A captain and a few other characters. The topics of Harry's dreams.

she asked. “I actually brought her drawing of the maiden in the portrait she saw but I cannot really assure you that it will help in this case.” Secora brought out a small scroll and spread it out on the table where everyone could see it. The three headmasters looked at the drawing for a few seconds before Headmaster Harriet grabbed it with one hand, crumpling it along the way, and threw it right on the floor. “What kind of drawing is that? It looks like a pig adorned with bullshit!”

He nodded. Naeun sat next to his bed and brought out her coloring pens. She started doodling everywhere then exposed her magic wand, pretending to be Hermione from Harry Potter. Hana had her hooked up in the story, and two had been playing Hermione since. ‘Abracadabra.” whiffing the band in the air. “Heal my Oppa,” she mused. “Thank you, Naeun,” he reached out and planted a kiss on his forehead.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Enough!” I stared at the ceilings blankly, it was boring and isolating in the school's old library. After school hours, Maddie and I were left in here with the supervising teacher. No talking, no phones, do the assigned work (reading). I just flipped the pages and Maddie is doing nothing but crossing her arms. I'm pretty sure Trevor is still waiting for me. We had just 4 days left to take pictures of a city and I haven't started. Gosh. Maddie keeps staring at me giving me side eyes and I give her a grimacing look. “Hey, no gazing.” Mr Harry said, adjusting his glasses. “Focus on your work.” He stood up to inspect. I haven't started yet. Instead he saw what I drew on my paper. A cartoon of M

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."

"Alright, students. Stop with your beautiful sketches. I'll come around to look at it." She went around motivating and judging the various sketches. When she arrived at Noah's desk, all of the students gathered there. They surrounded Noah like a swarm of bees. I stood in my secluded dark corner and tried to peep through the crowd. I hated to admit it, but Noah's sketch was indeed incredible. The sketch surely resembled the royal family of England.