Hogwarts Hats Novels & Stories

I got dressed before I walked out of our bedroom and walked downstairs. "Luna!" Everyone exclaimed excitedly. I smiled at everyone and gave Aaron a kiss on the head and kissed Iris' temple. Someone put something on my head and I realized it was one of the flower hats they were making. "What is this?" I asked curiously. I touched it gently and felt the pedals of the real flowers on the crown. "It doesn't fit right. It's lopsided, it's too big." One of the younger she-wolfs said. The crown was removed to be resized.

she said, gesturing at me to follow her. Harriet was an old witch, although I had never asked how old she was. She had long grey hair that she always tied up in a cute granny's bun, and mesmerizing green eyes surrounded by tiny wrinkles, which only added warmth to her expression. Whenever I saw her, she kept wearing long black or dark-brown gowns, and I teased her that I would once buy her a pointy hat to complete her look, resembling a fairytale witch.

“Let us begin. Just take it easy Uncles.” There were a couple of yelps of surprise but the process had started and within minutes there were three teams. Mike Watson found himself inside the yard with Brian. Brian grinned at him and patted his shoulder. “Is everyone all right?” Luke asked the pale boys. “What was that?” one of the boys asked carefully. “Have you seen the Harry Potter movies?” Luke replied quickly. “Yeah?” “The sorting hat? That’s what just happened.” Luke said and grinned. The boys were confused but then Brian and James started bringing out the whippers and leaf blowers and the chainsaws.

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.

As if in front of him there was no chaos at all. "Sir Wiggy!" The wide hat gnome exclaimed in panic, hurriedly removing the hat. His dignified face became nervous. "We, uh, I - err. They…. ” The young man named Wiggy stamped his feet impatiently. "Err, w - we ... we brought you an empress," said the Big Hat finally, pointing at Lillian. Wiggy turned his head quickly, and as the sapphire eye collided with Lillian's, his thick eyebrows raised, staring at the girl for a moment, but then turned back to the Gnome in the broad hat with a fierce face.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

I can’t see too much of the feisty fighter that Aiden has assured me she should be, and the others are picking up on the tension between us. I spot salvation, or perhaps restitution, in the form of a ridiculous red hat with white polka dots. It’s made of soft fabric, with a square crown and a medium brim, and it has a stupidly cute bow on the front. It's over the top, cartoonish and adorable. “What about this one?” I pick it off the head-shaped dummy and pass it to Shelley to hand on to Jade. Reese and Shelley both eye me with caution, but the power of the hat is not to be denied. “It would suit you, Jade,” Shelley allows.

Changed to a black dress code and wore his head with a cap. He had a bag of safe contained potions. One blue that was in a large tube and the second green was set in a smaller test tube whereas the third one had already been deposited inside a needle shimmering in a bring purple cloth set inside a specimen bag and packed carefully in a small transparent containing case.

She was also mad because the main security guard also a police detective had a bigger room than hers. The security guard's rooms was good size that was big enough to have a king size bed with plenty of room to get around. Emma ignored the existence of Martha as she never fight with the bullies, she knew the next day was going to be a very busy day if not the busiest day in the history of the clinic. Emma thought next year there will be a huge decorated tree in front of the window. She wondered what other kinds of decorations would be used. She couldn't wait to see how it looked. Little did she know how much her life would be different.

The warlock turned sharply and halted them mid stride. "Three of you," his steel voice addressed, "to the front of the class, now." All the witches seated casted their gazes at the three witches, some worried,some, curious. The three witches; Snow, Apple and October trudged onwards. He said something to them giving them each a black sack. They nodded their heads and went round the class, distributing pruned tree branches. The witches seated stared at the sticks in wonder, then Eirwen spoke up, her voice incredulous. "Is this a wand?" She asked.