Novel & Cerita Sketchbook Harry Potter

The page blurred for a moment, but when I blinked and rubbed my eyes, my sight cleared, and something unusual caught my eye. “Wait,” I whispered. Kylan looked up instantly. “What?” I leaned closer to the page, tracing my fingers over the sketch in the middle. The book was clearly old, both hand-drawn and handwritten in a script that was hard to make out, but I knew it was the right page. ‘The Box of Ashes.’ “Look,” I pointed out. “Aren’t these the symbols from the box?”

I dropped my phone and finished up then arranged the files for the meeting. Seeing as there was nothing to do, I picked my sketchbook and began to sketch absentmindedly. I was so engrossed in it until Leslie came in to tell me that my meeting was starting in ten minutes. Looking at my sketch, a very detailed drawing of a large dragon with the eyes a shiny blue, sitting beside the dragon was a girl who was smiling, her back resting on the dragon's side.

he asks suspiciously. “Because I’m a very curious person and I’m dying to see what else you’ve done,” I say enthusiastically. The boy sighs and relinquishes his sketchbook to me. I eagerly open it and flip through the pages and am blown away as I see vibrant sketch after sketch. He’s done one of every God, but he’s made them all sirna with their tails reflecting their signature colours. The likeness is so authentic I’m starting to wonder if he’s met them. “I’m still struggling with the last one,” he says glumly.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

He scratched his head as he answered, "Not really. But I'm working on it." "Oh, really?" I lifted one brow, looking at him in disbelief. "Which book are you reading now?" I couldn't help but wonder if he was reading the right book. He held the books in one hand as he used his other hand to reach behind. In one quick motion, he pulled a book that he has been hiding in his back and showed it to me. "This one." It was Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban. No wonder he hasn't figured out the curse yet. "Why didn't you start with the first book?"

I moved around the office, looking for something to help me understand who the little boy Harry was talking about was. My heart was beating frantically, as I did not want to discover that what I suspected was true. No, it couldn’t be true. Not giving any thought to what Harry was discussing with his beta, I casually opened one drawer. I walked over to a shelf and pulled out a book with a black leather cover. I opened it and could see that it was a photo album. Did Harry have pictures? Aged black and white photographs and several color ones showed a young Harry with a beautiful woman with blonde hair and big green eyes. They were both holding a little boy whose hair was the same color as the

He thinks he doesn't need anyone. As I sat beside him, watching him sleep, my eyes wandered around the room. That's when I spotted a sketchbook on the coffee table. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked it up, flipping through the pages. The sketches were amazing – landscapes, portraits. I stopped at a page with a drawing of a middle school girl.

"It's not exactly 'showroom ready.'" She leaned over to get a look. He pulled the first page from the case. It was a rough but vibrant line sketch of a strong figure standing alone. Lilly's gaze softened. "Wow," she murmured. "This is… intense." Quill nodded, pulling another piece. It was the same figure but now crouched. The figure's muscles were more defined. With every sketch he'd tried to capture something different about Hawk. "Is it…" she trailed off as she glanced at him. "It's him, isn't it?"

**Right next to him. She was slouched comfortably, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, violet-streaked hair falling over one eye. Charcoal dust still streaked her fingers. A half-finished sketchbook lay open on her desk—loose lines that looked suspiciously like the curve of a scarred shoulder, the ridge of a hipbone. She turned her head slowly. Grinned. Slow. Wicked. Knowing. Nico’s stomach flipped. He couldn’t read minds, but he didn’t need to.