Hogwarts Drawings Easy Novels & Stories

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.

All I knew was that I dozed off into a very deep sleep. HEAVEN. My eyes opened slowly and I glanced around the little building. It looked so strange and childish, with ugly drawings on the wall. Different colors were plastered everywhere with drawings of shape and funny looking crystal balls. One actually piqued my interest, a drawing that looked like a man on the throne with the moon above his head. Below him were dead bodies and a sword in his hands. I raised my body at once and took a look at the crooked drawing. The head of the man has a symbol of the moon and I gasped.

“Where’s this Wizard’s Tower?” There were no directions to the place where we were meant to find the man we had to kill. Dudley turned the paper over, and revealed a crude drawing. There was a wigwam of lines, presumably meant to represent our fire, and a tower that looked like a rook from a chessboard drawn by a child and stuck on a fridge out of sympathy. The only other landmark included in this work of art was a wiggly line between us and the tower. Presumably a river.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

The next page : < he asked us if we want to enter it, we were excited so we accepted, then he asked us to draw a big magic cercle under the castle. Then the eight of us we pulled out some keys on the corner of this big yard, the castle descended and landed on the ground of this yard>. The next page : < a big red magic cercle with some ancient inscriptions around it> The next page : < a drawing of the big crown with the four sketches the sword, the dragon ,the moon and a diamond > The next page : < it was our biggest mistake we opened the door for this terrible creature, we didn't recognize that at this moment.

Then I went to the kitchen table where Julie had left the drawings, weighted down with a crayon so they wouldn't slide, two pieces of paper in the particular bold lines of a four year old who doesn't yet know to doubt herself. The first was the dragon, which did look somewhat like a dog but had a convincingly fierce expression, and the second was a figure with long dark hair and a smaller figure on either side of her, all three of them holding hands, the sky above them full of yellow circles that might have been stars or might have been suns, Julie having not yet settled on the distinction. I sat down on the kitchen floor with my back against the cabinet, still in the dress, the premiere som

he called out softly, his voice barely audible behind the thick, curly bangs falling into his eyes. “Yeah?” He held up the paper to show me jumbles of colored lines and his lower lip was poked out in a frustrated pout. “Want…want to draw the dinosa..ur… put the tail on the back. I can’t...” ‘Can’t see,’ I finished internally. “Give me a second.” I reached for my bag and rummage through the side pocket until my fingers found the small stash of hair ties I’d started carrying everywhere. I picked out a soft blue one and beckoned him closer. “Alright, we’re about to do something special. A little magic trick.”

Maybe years. And then I see the drawings. Taped to the walls, scattered across tables, covering nearly every surface I can see. Sketches in charcoal and pencil, some detailed and finished, most of them half-done like he started and couldn’t bring himself to continue. All of them are the same person. A girl. Young, fourteen or fifteen maybe, with long dark hair and this smile that looks like it could light up an entire room. In some of the drawings she’s laughing at something off the page. In others she’s concentrating hard, her tongue stuck between her teeth the way kids do when they’re focused.

With a sigh, I shook my head at her silliness. She snagged the note again, quickly doodling a picture of two people, obviously a boy and a girl. I laughed to myself as she made the boy's neck and shoulders look like the Incredible Hulk. She drew crowns on each figure's head and wrote "Prom King and Queen?" I rolled my eyes. Then she wrote "Isaac + Tru" under the picture and slipped it back to me with a giggle. She was killing me!