An online commonplace book
Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees.
Rowling, J.K.. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Merry Christmas everyone. Thanks for reading.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Chapter 8, “The Deathday Party”
Autumn in literature continued. This from J.K. Rowling. All it takes is one mention of a pumpkin and BAM! We’re in autumn.
Floodlights and Goalposts 