Hogwarts Drawings Easy Novels & Stories

“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be near.” I waited until she disappeared behind the swinging kitchen door before turning my full attention towards my drawing book. My awkward fumbling of the pencil stopped as I gripped it in a tight hold. Idea’s grew from the toxic darkness that lingered, the pointed tip of the lead carefully sketching a hand grasping an entwined honeysuckle and rose crown. A flower crown. A simple smile. Erasing some of the shaded blackness that colored the eyes. Yeah, I think I will color this one.

Something older. She looked at the girl, who was now drawing quietly with a piece of charcoal on a flat stone. At first, she drew trees and stars. But soon, her hand changed direction. She drew a circle — the same one from outside. Liora froze. “Where did you see that?” The girl blinked. “I don’t know. It just came into my head.” Jonathan laughed. “Looks cool! Like magic!” Liora’s voice was sharp. “Don’t touch it.”

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

As he open The door opens. The crying subsides. I press the crayon harder against the paper until it snaps. I stare at it for a second. Then I drop it. I don’t fix it. I don’t pick another color. I just sit there. The crying eventually stops. Of course it does. It always does when he goes in there. I look down at my drawing. It’s supposed to be the new house. I tried to draw it earlier, with the big windows and the long hallway and the stairs that make noise when you step on the third one.

A monster. It’s time to pick up Ander. I change into something more decent before going to his school. No car is following me and I make sure to check. He shows me a drawing he made at school. He flashes me a toothy grin and says, “I drew great-grandma’s house in Elwood. See? That’s the vegetable patch and that’s the house. And this is you, and this is me.” “Oh,” I say, running my thumb over a particular part of the drawing. “You drew her grave, too. It’s this cross right here, isn’t it?”

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

He tells me helpfully. "Yes but these are my babies. They are going to be angels." I tease him. He scoffs but follows me back to where my papers are sitting. He begins to look at all of the drawings that I have already completed. One shows just a vague outline of the outside. One shows the entire blueprint with minimal detail of the whole castle. The rest have more details but of much smaller areas of the castle.

For some reason, her instincts immediately told her this conversation wasn't as simple as it sounded. The teacher offered a small smile. "Hazel draws very well." Aurora nodded. "She loves drawing." "But after she finished..." The teacher opened a thin folder she had been carrying. Then pulled out a sheet of paper. Aurora immediately recognized the drawing. Herself. Darius. Hazel. Their house. And a dog they didn't even own. A very typical child's drawing. But there was one additional figure in the corner of the page. A man. Standing a little apart from everyone else.

He pulled out a small bundle of trinkets—buttons, beads, a broken bracelet—and several crumpled papers. "Bingo," he murmured. Bella gasped. "Her stash. She hides things all the time at our place too." We all sat down right there on the floor, spreading out the drawings. Childish sketches. A house. A crying face. A stick-figure family. A swing set. Then my fingers froze. "Here," I said. "Look at this." We all leaned in. It was a grey, smudged drawing of an oval with a cross on top.

Draw the magic circle! She swallowed hard, her brow furrowing in concentration. With a deep breath, Lily propelled the mana forward, guiding it as she had the chalk in her hand. Within the canvas of her mind, she began to sketch the intricate symbols and lines, recreating the magic circle she had labored over on the ground. "Wow!" Emmanuel and Theo exclaimed, their voices hushed with awe. At the sound of her brothers' remarks, Lily's eyes flew open. What she saw left her breathless, her heart pounding in her chest.