jamespottersd:

Harry Potter & The Prisioner of Askaban: Chapter 6 - Divination

He emerged into the strangest-looking classroom he had ever seen. In fact, it didn’t look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone’s attic and an old-fashioned tea shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups. 

Ron appeared at Harry’s shoulder as the class assembled around them, all talking in whispers. 

"Where is she?" Ron said. 

A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.

"Welcome," it said. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last." 

Harry’s immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect. Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings. 

"Sit, my children, sit," she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto poufs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves around the same round table. 

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye." 

hotkeybooks:

The ruined daguerreotype of Lucy (which didn’t end up in the final book). 
From Heap House by Edward Carey.

hotkeybooks:

The ruined daguerreotype of Lucy (which didn’t end up in the final book). 

From Heap House by Edward Carey.

beckisbookshelf:

by: Furcifer pardalis
colourmyworld:

Book haul!

colourmyworld:

Book haul!

hotkeybooks:

So many portraits of Clod Iremonger by Edward Carey. We’ve tried to pick our favourite, but we just can’t!

I have one of these gorgeous drawings on the wall next to my desk!

faultinourstarsmovie:

What sound does your heart make the moment you fall in love?
http://bit.ly/TFIOS-DHD #TFIOS

BOOM CLAP.

faultinourstarsmovie:

What sound does your heart make the moment you fall in love?

http://bit.ly/TFIOS-DHD #TFIOS

BOOM CLAP.

booksandtheirstories:

Landline editions 

booksandtheirstories:

Landline editions 

(Source: library-heaven)

It was a fundamental element of her character. Life as it was presently occurring was not acceptable to her.

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart (via hermionejg)

windblownpages:

I’m a librocubicularist; I read in bed. 

(Source: windblownpages.wordpress.com)

booksfrommyshelf:

I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.