Excellent Character Descriptions By Isabelle, Ali, Harriet, Rohan and Cameron

The door swung open, Harry looked up and looming above him was a lady who wore a long black coat and bright red lip-gloss. Her shoes were the colour of the night sky. “Sit down class!” she snapped. Her short chocolate coloured hair was tied back with a pitch-black ribbon. Her pale face glowed but her lips were bright as she walked by Harry, muttering to herself. She stopped and turned, the class got a glimpse of her wicked eyes; they shone as she spoke, “You can call me Mrs Brackers.” Harry made out a red shining star on her finger. ‘I have seen that ring before,’ he thought to himself, but before he could speak she turned her long hooded nose at Harry. He trembled as her pointy nails tapped on his desk.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” she said in a low tone.

“Harry,” Harry replied with little confidence.

“I know you, but…. You don’t know me,” Mrs Brackers mumbled with an evil stare…

By Harriet

As I wandered in the dark woods I saw a creepy figure appear before me. The creature began to get closer. As the ghastly figure approached me his body and facial features became visible. As I inspected the creature I finally realised who it was. Voldemort. His flat, blunt nose was as blunt as a junior’s pencil. Voldemort’s devilish red eyes were terrifying as they glistened in the moonlight. “Well, well, well,” Voldemort said in a deep voice, “who do we have here?” A cold chill came up my spine.

“What do you want from me?!” I shouted bravely.

He put on a nasty grin. Somehow I knew this meeting wasn’t going to turn out well…

By Ali

It was a cold, dark, stormy night in the heart of the country, when I was suddenly awoken by a series of knocks at the door. I ignored them and ducked my head under my covers, daring not to breath. Then there was a swish and a loud bump… and there it was.

A black figure stood at the end of the hallway. His cloak was draped over his body in such a way that it looked like he was wearing a shadow. From the dim moonlight I could just make out two fiery volcanic craters piercing into my eyes, as if they were about to shoot boiling magma. A cold snake slithered up my spine. At once I knew this was. None other than the horrid ghastly silhouette of the beastly murdered, LORD VOLDEMORT!

As he crept up to me I could feel his putrid icy breath on my face. “You filthy Muggle!” he screamed in a mocking voice. He spat those words out with the utmost hatred and disgust. He was lightning fast with his wand as he screeched, “Avada Kasdabra!” Then everything went black…

By Rohan

The floorboards creaked as Poppie crept along the corridor, not wanting to be heard, when suddenly a door opened. Poppie was surprised to see someone out of bed at this time of night. She was about to tell him off but after she had gotten a closer look at the student she knew who it was. It was Harry Potter. Poppie’s smile grew in delight across his face. She had found was she was looking for. “I’m sorry to disturb you you, I am a new teacher and am trying to find room 24A.”

Harry looked up and there in front of him stood a slim elegant lady who looked to be as warm as a polar bear in her possum fur coat. As the lady put her bushy hair behind her back she politely asked Harry if he would help her find that room. Harry has a funny feeling that she was not an ordinary human being, and wanted to find out more so agreed to help. As they were walking down the corridor Harry soon recognised the scar across her face, he had seen one exactly like that before. But that wasn’t all she also had a burn mark on her hand, it was two letters, ‘K’ and ‘H.’ He suddenly felt like he had been stabbed in the heart…

By Isabelle

“Hello Harry!” beamed a new voice. Harry looked up and saw a short boy with soft white skin. A crooked nose showed that this boy had been in a fight before. Short, scruffy, golden hair made the youth look friendly. A bucktooth smile that shone upon his face looked like it had been glued there. His hands were badger paws, scurrying, and working as hard as they could to get his supplies ready for the lesson. He wore a dark golden cloak and showed his Huffelpuff house crest with pride.

Harry asked hum his name, his soft squeaky voice responded with “Joseph… Joseph Hufflepuff.” Harry stared with awe and amazement as he spoke the last word. Harry struggled to reply, “As in descendent of Hufflepuff?... founder of the Hufflepuff crescent?!” “Yup!” Joseph replied cheerily. “It only took one second for the sorting hat to choose my house group.”

Professor Sprout interrupted them, “Now, now dearies it’s time for work, today we are learning about Mandrakes.” “Ohhh goody!” Joseph spoke with excitement. “I loooooove Herbiology!”

By Cameron