Hufflepuff Bedding Novelas e Histórias

she smiled. “You… you can?” I squeaked. “Of course. If you will notice, this isn’t the same bedding.” she said. I furrowed my brow looking at the bedding. She’s right. This morning my bedding was an ombre pink and blue bedding set with pink sheets. But now, my bed was made with my spare bedding set, which is an aqua and grey damask set with grey sheets.

She squeals, jumping on the bed, Dutch joining her as she does a little victory dance, her childish cackles fill my heart with joy. The room itself was a baby pink colour, it was so light it was almost white, the bed sat to the side of the room, it was a huge 4 poster king size bed, draped around it and over the top was soft pink tulle, the sheets were a crisp white colour, the added sheets and blankets were different shades of pink, placed neatly on her bed. A large cushion was placed in the middle, on the middle of it had the pack symbol, below it, it read ‘Princess Baylee’ in pink.

Wearing my new Harry Potter pyjamas, with the quote exceptionally ordinary from Luna Lovegood, I tie my hair up into a messy bun. Then I make my way to the kitchen to get out wine glasses, plates, knives and forks so that we’re ready for when the takeaway arrives. I place them on the coffee table and switch the radio on low. Then I sit and wait for my girls, prepared to find out how I embarrassed myself last night and also dish the dirt on Mr no name in my bed.

The white walls illuminate under the sunlight falling through the glass windows beside two humongous beds that stand a few inches apart in the middle of the room. "Wow! This is something." Tessa says. We are used to luxury but I expected Hogwarts architecture when coming to this Academy. I walk towards the seating area on the left-hand side of the room, which has a huge modern fireplace and two big couches and a centre table in front of it. A red book lies on the centre table, the front cover embossed with a golden crest that bears a moon and a wand drawn on it. The Academy emblem. "Found the rulebook," I say.

A white fur rug lay beneath it. The bed was large with carved wooden posts and a soft lilac canopy. The sheets were layered in shades of grey and purple, adorned with fluffy pillows and a warm quilt bearing an unfamiliar pack’s crest. Across the room, a wide wardrobe displayed gowns, cloaks, and crowns—some gold, some silver, and some made from antlers. A line of boots and shoes sat neatly by the wall, ranging from soft slippers to sharp-heeled boots. The air carried scents of jasmine and wood. A few rings, necklaces, and a note lay on the dresser.

For sleeping clothes options, Hades has picked a PJ that had trains all over it, a pastel pink one, I got into it and allowed him to brush my hair for me. "I know it's early, but it's your first day, I think it's better if I put you to bed early," he says and he was right, I was whipped, I don't know what caused all of this exhaustion, probably all the adrenaline I was feeling in my veins through the day. "Okay, where do I sleep?" I asked him. "Your bed of course," he remind me, pointing to the room that we're in, all pastel colours, a small princess bed in the middle, it had some toys in it, mostly soft ones, not like the ones in the playroom from earlier.

The house smelled like lavender and dark chocolate and the hallway was lined with exquisite paintings and masterful engravings ornamented the ceiling. I had only ever been to Bridget’s private condo. But this place… her condo couldn’t even be compared to this place. “Here is your room. I had it specially decorated for you.” She opened a door and I gasped as my eyes looked around the room. It looked like where a queen would sleep. A chandelier hung on the ceiling, bathing the room with an enchanting glow. There was a balcony as well as a private bathroom. “Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!”

Picture Harry Potter's dining hall where everyone would gather for the special assemblies. The hall has a tall ceiling painted in a soft cream color, while the walls are made of a rich, honey-brown wood, and the floor is covered in a large plush, beige carpet. There are long tables that stretch across the room, each one lined with simple, wooden, high chairs. The tables are made of the same warm wood as the walls, and they are laid with clean, white tablecloths with lace embroidery in teg gems and are arranged in long rows while one table is placed at the front, raised above the others on a small platform. The raised table has a simple, silver centerpiece, and a small, graceful vase with a f

It is rather clean-looking, considering it is white. To the left of the door is a leather chair, of which is of no particular use, besides hanging half-used clothes on it. Past that, center-left is a rectangular window overlooking our backyard garden and swimming pool. It is a pleasant view for a cold room. Center-left and far-left is the queen-size bed, with white and grey covers, and white and other colors for the blanket. The blanket in particular has a floral design and is heavy. The pillow has a white case and nothing else to it. The frame of the bed is wooden and beige in color.

Faythe Beta Connor said my room is basic and that there isn't much in here but after a full twenty-four hours locked within my own warded space, I am beginning to think this might be luxury. Instead of the stained mattress I have at home, I have a plush memory foam mattress on a beautifully carved wooden bed frame; the four pillows are so fluffy that I’ve had to take two of them off the bed just to get a good night's sleep. The duvet cover is a soft cotton that feels like a feather stroking my skin while I sleep; the soft cream walls have been enchanted so that they change depending on my mood. When I first came in here, they were a deep teal but now they’re a soft sky blue that instantly ma