Hufflepuff Bedding Novels & Stories

If I remember correctly, it was Hildie who had wanted the very high roof and large windows. The walls were still the same charcoal-gray color as before with those new age abstract paintings on each wall. But I was more interested in the bed. It was neatly made and had a few goose feather pillows on it. I knew which one was the pillow he used and I slipped something into it. I felt the silk and cashmere beddings that were changed daily, today’s color theme was a deep maroon.

And in the center of it all. A bed. The most magnificent bed I had ever seen. Four massive poles rose from each corner, carved with intricate designs of werewolves and phoenixes. Blue curtains hung from the canopy, tied back with golden ropes while the blankets, so many blankets, all looked impossibly soft and fluffy. "That bed," I breathed. "That bed is calling to me." Kaelen set me down on the floor. "Stay here. Don't leave this room and don’t touch anything." "Can I touch the bed?"

The headboard was a colossal masterpiece of glided-wood carving of scrolls and volutes, upholstered in plush deep-blue velvet fabric set in precise diamond tufting with a crown as its apex. The bedding was an ocean of the same sapphire— a thick, quilted duvet trimmed with a heavy gold piped border, mirroring the silk decorative throw pillows piled regally against the headboard. Flanking the bed were walls draped in thick fabric spilling gold fringes against the blue base that seemed to drink the light in the room.

Chapter: 58 ****** In the heart of Fairpride, beneath the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, lies a bedroom suited for royalty. Velvet silk drapes cascade from towering windows, framing a captivating view of moonlit gardens. Its furnishings, made of ivory wood, exude elegance. The thick, plush carpeting absorbs sound, enveloping the room in tranquility. The air carries the scent of exotic orchids and aged leather. A grand four-poster bed, draped in rich velvet curtains and adorned with intricate gold leaf detailing, dominates the room, its plush bedding promising unparalleled comfort.

I would have to make sure each room got flowers each and every morning. The tub chairs on the corners of the room would be emerald green with the small working desk glass, accented with gold. It was just perfect. The following pack would be the Phoenix pack. They came from the dessert where it was hot. Their covers would also be white, the rug rusty gold to represent their land. The towels would be rusty gold too. The chairs would be black and their desk glass with accents of white. I loved it. Each room had a list of things to buy. My mind throbbed yet never having been so happy. My b back never stopped complaining but I would survive.

Chapter 30 Location; Red blood pack Hermione's POV I gasp. My eyes hastily stir open. They stare up a golden coloured ceiling. A huge trio golden designed pendleton dangles up the ceiling. Their continous collision amidst dangling emits melodious sounds. Such beauty it is. I feel the surface I lay on. It's extremely soft. It's comfy nature suggest i lay all day. I lay and admire the undying beauty from the golden pendleton dangling up the golden ceiling.

Having finished his dinner, he retired to his chambers for the night. On that same night, near midnight, Susan could be found sitting in a high back chair that could resemble the throne of a queen. The chair was in a secret room in the castle that had no apparent doors and four windows, one in each cardinal direction. The same room was circular and well decorated in four sections. It contained a big round table in its center and another three high back chairs around it, just like the one that Susan was occupying. Each chair had a Hogwarts House shield at the top of its back that matched the decoration of each section of the room. Red and gold for the Gryffindor's section, yellow and black fo

The material for new comforters had been ordered and he received a text notification that it had arrived. As he stood in the hallway, he looked at Marie's room with all its bookshelves and new Harry Potter Ravenclaw curtains. Even her bed had been made, not perfectly, but more than it usually was. Her room was dark, but she had always been drawn to the darker colors and books and movies.

As closely and as long as you like. “Sure,” he said as evenly as he could. The hounds whimpered when they saw Lily head up, but they didn’t attempt the steep, narrow stairs. anthony followed Lily, preparing to grab his messy sheets and cover the bed. But Ish, Hailey, and the others had worked their magic up there too. His bed — a queen mattress thrown on the floor — was made up with nice, crisp sheets and covered with a fancy Indian-print sarong. A couple of candles stand on the boxes that served as bedside tables, and the shade of the reading lamp wasn’t crooked any more.

Still fumbling behind the anxious walking embodiment of charm, Zaphrina followed suite, gently, making sure not to bump into some expensive antique, heirloom or whatever it is which will cause her a decade's earnings. Then, came the sound of a switch being flicked, unfolding before her eyes a bedroom, not just any kind of bedroom; this was special, as burgundy velvet occupied a reasonable section of the room. From the walls to the linen to the bed curtains as well as the loveseat and the ottoman coffee table comfortably resting on a variegated rug. It had two shallow arch and stairs which separated the bed section from the tiny sitting room section. Gold and White shaded pillars harmonized w