Harry Potter Wallpaper Computer Novels & Stories

Harry arrived at Tamara's apartment and knocked at the door. Tamara rushed to open the door. “Come in,”she told Harry as she stood beside the door to allow him to get in. “I will get my shoes and I will be right back,”she said as she went into her room. Harry had a seat and scanned the room. He noticed that it had a friendly environment and saw the Mona Lisa painting on the wall behind him.

Gina said to Levi, "with all your pop culture references." Levi shrugged. "I've been around a long time. I've watched a lot of movies. What else was I supposed to do after seeing the world." "He's a big Harry Potter fan," Joshua said. "I am not!" Levi gritted out. "He has a wand and Hogwarts robe under his bed," Joshua added and Gina and Alex took off running towards his room. "I have to see this," Gina yelled. "Hey stay out of my room!" Levi shouted after them and I smiled watching them bicker as they fought to reach the room.

She narrowed her eyes at the wall directly facing the door, where the bed was. "Wait,” she said, holding up her hand to get our attention. "I think there’s something here.” We all moved the large bed away and crowded around her as she stared at the wall. It looked ordinary enough with its peeling wallpaper and cracks. But as Zel raised her hand, the glow of her magic caused a faint pattern behind the wallpaper to glow as well. Peter ripped the wallpaper off, revealing the markings on the wall. "It’s another protection circle," Zel said. “But this one is a little different. It’s weaker."

“Why are you sighing anyway?” “Come here and help me pick a product.” She quickly stood up and walked towards my chair and I pulled her on my lap, inhaling her sweet cherry scent, and showed her the screen of the laptop. “This is purple damask wallpaper and this is red and black vinyl wallpaper. Which one do you think will suit this room?” Her eyes were wide and glittery as she squinted at the three-dimensional model of the room and aped at me. “Is that a pole?”

The material for new comforters had been ordered and he received a text notification that it had arrived. As he stood in the hallway, he looked at Marie's room with all its bookshelves and new Harry Potter Ravenclaw curtains. Even her bed had been made, not perfectly, but more than it usually was. Her room was dark, but she had always been drawn to the darker colors and books and movies.

She took her laptop with a swift move and walked to the center of the room, switching on the Led screen and projector to make the room bright from the Rays, touching a few items to get connected to the projector and her Laptop view so clear. What made me cringe was her choice of wallpaper on her Laptop, making me roll my eyes in dread. A bunch of Asian guys that looked nothing but a camouflage color.

I say looking over at the one I had made of her and monkey for her birthday. “I’m glad you like it, now open the rest before my body starts shutting down without my coffee fix.” She laughs. I open the rest and I am extremely impressed with how she pulled these off; New clothes, shoes, a personalized number plate for my bike, a handmade voucher book specifically for sexual requests, a voucher for a couples spa day, a coffee mug with ‘Fuck Off’ written on the bottom, a Harry Potter keychain of dumbledors phoenix, the box set of the HP books though I think they were for both of us by look on her face, Gryffindor and Slytherin pjs, the latest Samsung cell phone with a HP phone case.

I went into my childhood bedroom when I was done, going through my stuff. My phone laid on my Harry Potter bedspread and I reached out for it, staring at the phone pouch that Elijah had gotten for me on my 17th birthday. It was Tinkerbell and I adored it so much. A single tear slipped down my face. My bedroom was the definition of teenage dreams. I had posters of Harry Potter and Game of Thrones all over my wall. My desk, facing the window that overlooked a busy road - a route Elijah passes every morning to his part time job - had a lot of fantasy novels and Harry Potter collections stacked on it.

I was never someone who wanted to be the centre of attention, but I guess that’s what I get since I’m so shiny and new here. The common room is exactly what it sounded like. There was only one photo on the walls, and it was a portrait of a man holding a scroll, just like the one in the main foyer. It looked as if his eyes watched you where you went in the room, which made me feel uneasy. The room was lined with shelves of books, and multiple couches. The colors were a mix of red and golds. It reminded me of a room straight out of Hogwarts. The fireplace underneath the portrait was what looked like huge marble stones, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it looked.

A gust of musty air rushed out to greet me, as though the room were exhaling after being sealed up for so long. Cupping my hand, I siphoned my magic into heat and watched as a small orb of flame burst to life in my palm. I entered the room slowly, letting the light wash over the walls. Faded wallpaper greeted me in muted tones of oak, followed by a few weathered tables and a rickety chair. There were no windows, no natural light. Books lined the walls in shelves that had seen better days, but there was something strange about them. They pulsed with magic, a specific kind of magic.