Harry Potter Wallpapers Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He gently pushed open the massive iron doors, and a subtle creak echoed through the silent Hall. As I stepped inside, I was taken aback by the interior. It was something straight out of a Harry Potter movie. The walls were carved with golden symbols and figures that seemed to come alive the more you looked at them. There were no chairs around, just artistic tapestries that hung on each of the four large windows and a statue that stood in the center of the room.

he smiled falsely, still angry. I see the perfect decor, everything is thought out to the smallest detail. Mirrored ceiling, massive wardrobe, but most of all I am attracted to the photo Wallpaper, which shows a woman in the arms of two men. My reaction is noticed by the satisfied owner of the apartment and speaks with courtesy. " I'll be right back!"

Picture Harry Potter's dining hall where everyone would gather for the special assemblies. The hall has a tall ceiling painted in a soft cream color, while the walls are made of a rich, honey-brown wood, and the floor is covered in a large plush, beige carpet. There are long tables that stretch across the room, each one lined with simple, wooden, high chairs. The tables are made of the same warm wood as the walls, and they are laid with clean, white tablecloths with lace embroidery in teg gems and are arranged in long rows while one table is placed at the front, raised above the others on a small platform. The raised table has a simple, silver centerpiece, and a small, graceful vase with a f

“It was too pretty not to wear, don’t you think?” “Yes,” Jules’ toed off his boots in compliance with Harry’s removal of his jeans and underwear, and Harry added them and Jule’s socks to the basket. “Very pretty.” “Sometimes just wearing a little bit, makes the nudity more so,” Harry placed a table next to Jules and stepped back to fill a washbowl from the bath. “How lovely,” they added pausing to admire the artwork they had made of their lover, cuffed, and collared in leather, naked, chained to the wall. The contrast of Jules’ silky skin and muscle against the rough stone and wood caused Harry to groan slightly with want.

She felt proud of what she did for once, she did something good. The paint is same as the one outside excluding the shadow grey which would've made it look too manly and less homey. Inside is painted alabaster and corn. The corn wasn't painted but it's one those unique wallpapers that define royalty. Even the wallpapers are enclosed in square shaped p.o.p around it, one of them have a daisy clock that has the shape of a rose. The other two are empty of anything but it still manage to look stylish to her eyes. Just the way they shone in the light and how they brighten up the room is soothing to tensed muscles.

The walls held various pictures related to Edgar Allen Poe. The dining area had teal wallpaper with black velveteen skulls and roses. Dried herbs pressed between glass with black matte frames were hanging between the windows and along the wall. The black table sat on a mosaic tile teal and silver rose rug, complete with mosaic tassels at either end of the rectangle rug.

, I barged into the room. Gothic! That is what that room screamed. Who has a gothic aesthetic for their office? Paintings from all supernatural movies covered one side of the wall. There was a huge portrait of someone who was almost the exact replica of Mr. Collins but the background had a fence, a creepy full moon, and bats. I could guess maybe it was his grandfather. The chairs were designed in the shapes of hands, fangs, and a wolf while I saw the man sitting on a castle. A chair that looked like a CASTLE! “Uhm…Hello again Headmaster Collins!”, I finally spoke up. This spooky interior was still very distracting.

I turned the brass handle slowly, the metal cool beneath my fingertips, and pushed the door open. Inside, the Headmaster, a man perpetually encased in tweed, was seated behind his impossibly large mahogany desk, his hands clasped together on its gleaming surface. My eyes, ever drawn to the details, darted to the paintings and framed pictures that covered the wall behind him. They were mostly academic portraits of stern-looking figures, some with ancient-looking scrolls, others with what looked like complicated magical diagrams. It took me a full minute, my focus caught by a particularly grumpy-looking wizard, to realize there was someone else in the room.

Miss White welcomed Harry into Lang Garden, made him a cup of tea, and brought it to him as she said, “Miss Sienna likes to drink this tea. Master Harry, why don’t you try it?” “Okay.” Harry accepted it and slowly took a sip of the tea. The tea tasted extremely bitter in the mouth, but it was then followed by a faint fragrance and a sweet and long aftertaste. “It’s not bad.” Harry put the teacup down and lifted his eyes to survey the layout of the villa. All of the other arrangements were quite good, but the only eyesore was the wall in the middle. Harry thought about it. If he could smash this unsightly wall that was an eyesore, the two villas would be merged into one, and they would not be

I took a minute to admire the cream walls which were painted like a clean, neat canvas, displaying the secrets and the tales of this world, from my forefathers and ancestors before them. The stone sculptures around the room and the drawings etched on the walls created a classic illusion of being succumbed into a different world, a paranormal universe where nothing but peace and stability reigned. The red dotted paint marring the cream white wall representing blood, the angry werewolves in their natural glory, and terrifying dragons stood proud on the wall, making one just want to dwell in this serene surrounding.