Flash sheet of Harry Potter themed tattoo designs in traditional style, including a pennant, Deathly Hallows symbol with roses, a Hogwarts letter, a Chocolate Frog and a wand.

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Harry Potter themed flash sheet

Traditional · Mixed · Flash

A colourful flash sheet of separate designs arranged on a white background, including a pennant, a Deathly Hallows triangle symbol with roses and a black beaded chain, and a Hogwarts acceptance letter. Other motifs include the Marauder's Map, a Chocolate Frog, a wand, Bertie Botts style jelly beans, a toad, a castle and a potion jar. Bold black outlines are paired with flat red, yellow, brown and green fills, with some grey shading on the parchment and map.

Traditional Deathly hallows Rose Bead Wand Castle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody at the Crown had brought a wand, which Dougie said was the first sign the whole evening would be a waste of a Friday. Still, I had the letter in my jacket pocket, cream paper gone soft at the folds, and I kept touching it as if it might vanish. My mum had kept the original in a biscuit tin for twenty-odd years, next to my swimming certificates, and when she found it under the stairs she posted it to me with a note that just said Go.

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We ordered halves of cider and sat under a photo of a bowling team nobody could name. Priya Hadfield came in late with a scarf knotted at her throat, the old house colours, red and gold, faded to the shade of weak tea. She dropped a paper bag on the table. Inside were sherbet lemons and a pack of jelly beans, the ones with the grey flavours, and she said, "Don't eat the green ones, they taste of the boiler room."

Then she unfolded a sheet from her coat, soft as cloth, drawn in biro on the back of a fire-drill notice. Our map. Every corridor we had ever hidden in was there, with tiny footprints labelled with our initials, creeping behind Mr Okafor's classroom and up the back stairs to the old chapel. Dougie traced the route to the bike sheds with a chip.

"I never got an acceptance," Priya said. "You know that? I wrote all of ours. Year Nine, your dad's typewriter, every crest I could cut from a catalogue."

I laughed until the barman looked over. She didn't laugh. She just tapped the map where the castle was drawn, with its little ink towers, and said, "Somebody still has to come back and check it's true."