Harry Potter Sketching Novels & Stories

I dropped my phone and finished up then arranged the files for the meeting. Seeing as there was nothing to do, I picked my sketchbook and began to sketch absentmindedly. I was so engrossed in it until Leslie came in to tell me that my meeting was starting in ten minutes. Looking at my sketch, a very detailed drawing of a large dragon with the eyes a shiny blue, sitting beside the dragon was a girl who was smiling, her back resting on the dragon's side.

Ethan's POV By the time I got home from work, it was dark outside. The front door hadn't been fully closed. The entryway and living room were in disarray. Our family portrait had been thrown on the floor. Harry was crouched over it with a marker, doodling all over the picture. With a pair of scissors, he cut out the part where I was. As he worked, he muttered to himself, "I wish this were Mr. Lockood instead."

I asked, looking at the coffee machine like it was a holy shrine. He picked up the paper and proudly thrust it into my face. It was a masterpiece of aggressive brown scribbles. "It’s you and Harry, Mummy! He’s covered in poo, and you have poo all over your hands, and I put a peg on your nose for you too! Look, the peg is blue, your favourite!" I stared at the drawing. It was disturbingly accurate. "How... artistic. That’s definitely not going on the fridge." I smoothed his hair down. "What do you want for breakfast, Henry?"

"Sorry, my draw is not too good. Here it is." Neu them give his sketch to Hikari. When Hikari looked at it, it was very fantastic work. Hikari was thinking about using it but he can't because it is still not completed yet. So he then takes a turn to make a change on it. Hikari was thinking that he should do the work quickly because they maybe will be out of time. When Hikari was adding and editing the sketches, he looked at Neu drawing. It was a good sketch if he wants to compare to him. He didn't know how did the others draw, but he was thinking that maybe it was the best draw that he have looked at all this time. Sometimes, it makes him got a feeling that Neu was better than him and it mak

He apologetically said he would come home early to go out with her in the evening, and Grainne happily agreed. Carwyn was gone, and Grainne and Harry sat in the living room, watching him draw. Grainne watched for a while, then asked curiously, "Harry, what are you drawing?" Harry raised his head, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Mom, don't peek!" After saying that, he took the picture and stepped aside, covering it with his hand to prevent Grainne from seeing. Hmm, this kid, dare not let me see, must be drawing something terrible. As she was thinking, Grainne suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

he said but obviously, Hari thought the other boy was joking and he thus didn't take him seriously. "Ha ha ha, hurt me? How? I know you aren't trained and you don't have any weapon on you. So, pray tell, how would you have hurt me? Or are you a witch and you wanted to abracadabra me?" He said while laughing and Ravi just shook his head. "Abd... abda... what?" Ravi asked all confused because he didn't understand what Hari said. "You know, Harry Potter?" Hari said expecting Ravi to understand but he still had that confused lost look.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

That sketchbook was my private book. It was a diary of my obsession. Page after page of a naked man, not just any man. It was a rough sketch of Mr Chadwick's naked body. I had never seen him naked before I just imagined it while he teaches in class and then I draw them. I honestly hoped he doesn't realize it. Chadwick closed it with a sharp thud. He sighed heavily and let out a dry, rattling laugh. He leaned down, his hands gripping tight on my chair, trapping me.

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?"

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”