Harry Potter Wallpaper Computer Novels & Stories

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

I was expecting to find used condom wrappers and dirty socks and boxers strewn across the whole place but the floor was so neat, the rug felt plush when I removed my shoes and I couldn't stop the urge to bury my toes in. So soft. Steel blue wallpaper decorated the walls and at one side of the room was a king sized bed in the middle, a wooden chest drawer by one side and a standing lamp at the other side. There was a door which probably led to the bathroom at the other side of the wall. A recliner was at one side and then a table that habited a laptop with arranged crayons in a cup. "Shut up." I let out when I see the little book shelf beside the table, taking notice of the latest release of

she added, walking to the counter. The room looked like a witchery Lab; it had framed worn out, as well as new photos of diverse plants, hung on the walls. The only photo, which carried that of a living being, was the black and white image of a young woman who seemed to be the deceased Queen of the witches. Aside from that, there was a huge counter in the middle, which had several empty concoction bottles, and bowls containing unprocessed herbs littered on it. The room did not fail to give out its sorcery vibes, as two shelves stood facing each other at the opposite walls. I needed no one to tell me what filled the shelves were potions, poison, elixirs and herbs.

But the statement seemed to have given her just the strength she needed, as she rose from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Phoebe returned, looking so refreshed you'd hardly know she'd been in tears. She got dressed in a baggy polo and short pants. While she searched the room for a pin to adjust her shorts that was a little bigger than her at the waist, she caught sight of a novel, which made her lips curl up in a smile. One of the seven series of Harry Potter’s books _Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She’d just finished with the first series back home and as luck would have it, that was the next one on the line. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, know

The curtains dangled nicely with lilies as the motif. Her hazel irises circled as she observed the place that felt unfamiliar to her. In the room, Hanna saw some fancy-looking antique ornaments mounted on the walls, such as a deer head and a wolf headdress made of wood. Hanna shuddered in horror at the wolf headdress and preferred not to look at it again. Her eyes also caught sight of a medium-sized makeup table that was filled with various kinds of makeup equipment. Next to the makeup table was a sizable bookshelf filled with a wide variety of books of different types and sizes. If only Hanna knew who the owner of this room was then she would ask permission to borrow the books on the shelf.

After he took everything, Harry immediately went out and closed the main bedroom door, and took the key along with the things in his mother's bag. Harry immediately went into his room and took the laptop he had kept in a special storage area and turned it on. He tried to see the power that was around Mr. Wijaya's house from the main entrance, and the back door, which connected the garden and the high wall that bordered Mr. Wijaya's luxurious mansion. Harry is still busy monitoring the possibility of sabotage in his house by insiders who side with Susi's or Bima's camps. He didn't even notice the presence of someone who was watching him from the door.

I need to start jogging again in the morning. "Stand aside." He waves his hand backwards and we take a few steps back. Branson closes his eyes and starts murmuring something. A spell, maybe. Just then, the wall starts moving and Tessa clutches my arm. The wall slowly slides away to the left, revealing another door. "Fuck!" Alex's jaw drops. "J. K. Rowling surely came across this place and then wrote Harry Potter." He chuckles and I nudge him with my elbow. "Let's go." Branson says and opens the door. Tessa's hold gets tighter on my arm and I praise Moon Goddess for not giving her sharp nails.

She'd painted stories that had made her childhood happy. There was a rotund yellow bear snoozing beneath a tree, a hive full of honey far out of his reach. The next wall showed a young girl perched on a window seat, white curtains billowing into her room. A distant star above a London skyline shimmered, and the silhouette of a boy who could fly covered part of the window, a tiny fairy above his shoulder. The next wall showed a boy wizard riding in a boat toward a distant castle, a distinctive scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. The last wall showed a sleeping princess and a prince on one knee beside her bed, inches away from giving her love's true kiss.

Disregarding her protests, I leave the bathroom without a backward glance, firmly shutting the door behind me. With Elle occupied in the shower, I take the free time to explore her room. It's the first time I have ever been here, and it's not what I expected. Her walls are this deep, dark green, with one accent wall of gold. This wall is lined with different house plants lined against it, all in varying shades of green. Against this wall sits a mac desktop, laptop, and iPad on top. All papers and pens are placed in their proper spots, and a complex coding problem is scrawled across a whiteboard in neat handwriting. Does Elle know how to code? Since when? I have a solid understanding of codin

"And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure," the ancient wizard (Albus Dumbledore) says in chapter 3 of The Half-Blood Prince. * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It was at dawn when I was awoken from my slumber. Knowing that even one small thud could wake my mom up, I left my door slightly open and walked to the kitchen. Since I could not go back to sleep, I might as well wake up now. I opened the drawer on my right and grabbed a yellow mug with flowers painted on the front. With the mug in one hand, I went to the sink and filled it with water. I gulped the water down in one go and put the mug on the kitchen counter.