Harry Potter Wallpapers Iphone Novels & Stories

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

I wondered, but it made me laugh. I went up to my room and lay down on the bed. I still could not sleep and remembered the phone given to me. I haven't checked how to use it or its features. When I unlocked the screen, the wallpaper made my eyes widen in surprise. "Damn those abs!" I said, looking at the wallpaper. It was just the body of a shirtless man, and its head got cropped. "But wait! Is this?" I went to the photo gallery. And I was right; it was Reule.

So the two decided to go home, but Harry suggested for them to go to his bachelor pad nearby a few blocks away from the DRI instead and she later agreed. His bachelor pad was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the sides were the photographs of his childhood, so loved by his mother. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely light bareness, and the walls were the dark greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, its grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine, it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul. She

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

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

he bowed like a gentleman and kissed the back of my hand. "Harry, thank you so much! This is absolutely beautiful," I said and gazed at the breathtaking hustle and bustle of the city below, the various lights that glimmered in their buildings were so bright and it adds a panoramic feel to it. It's just so pretty. Oh? What was that sound? "Oh no, I'm busted. Sorry, I was just taking photos of you. For my wallpaper," he shyly admitted.

She replied. “Let me see your level”. Harris stretched his hand and asked for her phone. “Oh right! She replied as she brought out her phone from her bag, and handed it over to Harris. “What is the password? Harris asked. “There’s no password in it, just swipe it up to unlock it”. She told him and took a sip of her milk. “Alright”. Harris replied to her and did exactly what she said. He swiped it up, and unlock her phone. As he unlocked her phone, what got his attention was the wallpaper.

Filling the other three walls is a collection of booths and tables, intimate and lit by a candle in the center of each. The centre of the space is a wooden dance floor that’s already filled with people moving and shaking to a song that she has never heard, probably because it’s in French. In the far corner is a dark hallway with a velvet rope stretched across it leading, she suspects, to a VIP section that she can’t see. It's gorgeous and magical and full of inspiration, from the people to the room itself. “You know who’d hang out here?” Monica asks Molly, who lifts an eyebrow. “Bellatrix Lestrange.” “You’re into Harry Potter?” Yori asks. “I went to the Harry Potter part of Universal Studios

, he said. I rolled my eyes. "Give me your phone ", I said stretching out my hands. He arched his brow, "Why?". "Just give me your phone Amber I'm not going to judge you for sending your nudes to people or owning an only fans page, just give me your phone ", I said. He handed it over. His wallpaper was a pencil portrait, it looked familiar thoe, couldn't put my finger on it. I ignored . I went to Safari and searched for little lamb pictures.

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"