"He’s lovely. They’ve been known to sing on Boxing Day, you know. Quibbler?"
Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort as dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
30-32/100 caps of Harry Potter from the Philosophers Stone
Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends … friends… friends…”
↪ I can't escape this now, unless you show me how ...
The Gryffindor common room is hidden behind the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor of Hogwarts. A password has to be given in order for the painting to reveal the secret crawl space that leads into the room. Once inside you will feel the warmth from the fireplace and probably just want to make yourself at home by curling up on one of the many comfy chairs or large rugs scattered around the room. The walls are highly decorated with rich tapestries and paintings of witches and wizards as well as various magical beasts. Even their noticeboards are full, completely covered in notes and colourful posters. The only spaces in between are for the odd window which provide a lovely aerial view of the school grounds.