#Pet Furniture Market Size

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Pet Furniture Research Report: In-depth Analysis and Market Intelligence

Pet Furniture Research Report: In-depth Analysis and Market Intelligence

Market Overview

According to Straits Research, the global Pet Furniture market size was valued at USD XX Billion in 2023. It is projected to reach from USD XX Billion in 2024 to USD XX Billion by 2032, growing at a CAGR of 6.1% during the forecast period (2024–2032).

The Pet Furniture market, an evolving segment in the industry, is witnessing substantial expansion fueled by avant-garde technologies and escalating consumer demand. Market analysts scrupulously gather data through polls, focus groups, and in-depth scrutiny of industry patterns. These analysts utilize both quantitative and qualitative methodologies to ensure a comprehensive and precise market report. The report encompasses intricate insights on market size, growth prospects, competitive milieu, and consumer predilections. By harnessing advanced analytical instruments and expert acumen, the report delivers invaluable recommendations and strategic guidance for stakeholders, empowering them to make enlightened decisions and seize emerging prospects within the Pet Furniture market.

Competitive Players

The competitive landscape of the Pet Furniture market includes several key players who have a significant impact on market dynamics. Major companies operating in this market include:

Furhaven Pet Products

Go Pet Club

Midwest Homes for Pets

Nest Bedding

North American Pet Products

Petpals GroupInc

Prevue Pet Products

Taizhou Huamao Handicraft Article Co.LTD

Ultra Modern Pet

Ware Pet Products.

The Pet Carpenter

Maker&Son

Milo & Pi Luxury Dog Beds

MiCara GmbH & Co. KG

Georgian Products

Casa Padrino

Studio Kanto

Labbvenn

Pet Empire

RHR Pets Europe

Others

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Pet Furniture Market Segmentation

The comprehensive Pet Furniture market analysis has been divided into categories such as category, application, and delivery mode, with each subset examined according to geographical segmentation. This research will keep marketers updated and assist in pinpointing target demographics for a product or service, including insights into market share.

By Pet Type

Dogs

Cats

Others

By Product Type

Houses

Beds & Sofas

Trees & Condos

Feeding Stations

Others

By Distribution Channel

Supermarkets / Hypermarkets

Specialty Stores

Online Sales Channels

Others

Regional Analysis

North America:The Pet Furniture market is predominantly led by the North America region, which holds the largest share and has established itself as the market leader due to its robust infrastructure, high demand, and mature industry presence.

Europe: The Europe region is the fastest-growing area within the Pet Furniture market, exhibiting rapid growth rates driven by emerging market opportunities, increasing consumer demand, and expanding infrastructure.

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Key Highlights

The purpose of this study is to examine the manufacturers of Pet Furniture, including profiles, primary business activities, news, sales and price, revenue, and market share.

The study provides an overview of the competitive landscape among leading manufacturers worldwide, including sales, revenue, and market share of Pet Furniture percent.

It illustrates the market subdivided by type and application, with details on sales, price, revenue, market share, and growth rate broken down by type and application.

The research covers key regions by manufacturers, categories, and applications, including North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, the Middle East, and South America, with sales, revenue, and market share segmented by manufacturers, types, and applications.

It also investigates production costs, essential raw materials, and production methods.

Principal Motives Behind the Purchase:

To gain deep analyses of the industry and understand the commercial landscape of the global market.

To analyze production processes, key problems, and potential solutions to mitigate future issues.

To understand the most influential driving and restraining factors in the Pet Furniture industry and their global market impact.

To gain insights into the market strategies employed by the most successful firms.

To understand the market's future and potential.

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[drawlfoy]

the benefits of journaling p.1

pairing: diary!tom riddle x ravenclaw!reader

summary: you pick up an unassuming journal in diagon alley during an antiques sale without knowing that it's actually a part of a late dark lord's soul. sort of no voldy AU, set in the golden trio era where voldemort was defeated in the first war and thus harry has parents still.

warnings: she/her pronouns/reader that stays in the girl's dorms, language, eventual discussion of murder and whatnot but not yet!, you being a little femcel-aligned/obsessed, tom being awkward because he's been stuck in a diary without talking to anyone for 50 years, i fumble around trying to explain how to brew potions after taking only one semester of high school biology

please note that this tom riddle is definitely not the same tom riddle that dumbledore describes in canon. i read a few meta posts that rewired my brain and now my tom riddle is ~complicated~ and not just evil and murdery for the plot. so just keep that in mind lol

a/n: whoa is this....something other than draco on this blog? yes. im suffering right now and needed to get this out. hopefully i can get this longfic completed within 2-3 parts! i'm not using my usual taglist because i don't know how many of my draco readers want this

wc: 10k

The day you unknowingly bought a part of the late Lord Voldemort’s soul was like any other. It was overcast, the thick clouds a somber, humid ceiling hanging above you and Lucy as you made your way through the annual antiques sale in a dusty corner of Diagon Alley.

“Y/N,” said your companion for the day—a slight, freckled witch with mushroom brown waves and a perpetual smile etched into her mouth. “Look. This is so you.”

You looked up from the bookshelves of one of the stands. It took you a moment to see what she was holding, but once it came into focus, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, sod off. Not funny.” 

Lucy just cackled, tossing the crudely carved wooden snake back onto the pile wearing a wicked grin. 

The world is cruel in that you can scream once when you see Draco Malfoy’s pet ball python in third year and no one ever lets you forget it. 

You turned away from Lucy, looking back to the old bookshelf that had been moved onto the cobbled street. The rich mahogany wood was close to buckling under the weight of all the tomes stacked haphazardly atop each other—far more than would be advisable. 

But it wasn’t just the furniture that caught your eye. No, it was the glimpse of a black spine on the bottom, partially hidden away by an ancient encyclopedia on arithmancy. 

You knelt, carefully arranging your robes so that they wouldn’t pick up dust from the street. You narrowly managed to avoid sending all the books on top tumbling into the street by slowly sliding it out from under the stack.

An unimpressively sized black journal laid in your hand, looking entirely unassuming and incredibly boring. 

You frowned. A quick flip-through confirmed that it was in fact a journal—and that there was nothing written in it. 

Why would someone try to sell an unused journal at an antiques market? You wondered, turning it over in your hand. Though its pages appeared entirely pristine, you could see some wear on the cover. There were no markings detailing when it had been manufactured.

It could very well have been an antique journal, you conceded. But why anyone would want an empty journal made years ago was beyond you.

You went to set the journal back onto the stack, getting so far as to nearly loosen your grip and let it drop from your fingers, when—

You had to buy this journal. 

You weren’t sure why, or how. You just knew that this journal was coming home with you today, even if it was the least interesting thing you could’ve come across in your shopping trip.

“What’s that?” asked Lucy, appearing at your side and gently taking the journal from you. 

“Just an empty journal, I think,” you answered, staring blankly at it in her hands. 

“You know we can just get a normal new one at the bookstore, right?” 

“Well, I like this one,” you heard yourself say. “It has…character.”

“Character.” She snorted, holding it up next to her face. “This is the most bland looking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

“Consider yourself blind, then. Surely they’ll charge you twice the cost for this since it’s allegedly ‘vintage’.” Lucy made liberal use of air quotes. “You sure you don’t want to stop by the bookstore before we go? It’ll be on our way.”

“No, it’s really fine,” you said, taking it back into your hands, “I really like this one for some reason. I don’t know. There’s just something about it.”

Lucy tilted her head, giving it one last odd look. “Whatever you say. You go check out, then. Mum’s going to expect me back soon and the queue looks a bit long.” 

The journal sat in your bag for the remainder of the summer, nearly forgotten as you went about your day. You opened it for the first time to examine it on August 31st, just a day before you were off to begin your 6th year.

There was writing that you hadn’t noticed before—thin, elegant script on the inside of the cover in black lettering. A simple “Property of Tom Marvolo Riddle.”

You stared, letting your finger trace gently across the parchment. There was a slight indentation at the lower swoop of the last letter “L”, like whoever had written it had pressed a little too hard with his quill. 

“Tom Marvolo Riddle,” you whispered, trying the syllables out on your tongue. You’d never heard of any wizard named that before. You wondered how long it had been since those words had been written. You wondered if Tom Marvolo Riddle was still alive, and if he was, why he saw it fit to mark his property and then swiftly lose its custody to an antiques dealer. 

Oh well. Sucks to suck, you thought dryly as you took the quill that you’d been using to finish updating your calendar and lifted it over the parchment. Whatever happened to the crusty old dinosaur that hadn’t even been able to make one full entry into his own journal before croaking or whatever was none of your business.

You’d barely started out how you imagined a normal person would begin a diary—a date, August 31st—when it suddenly became clear why this Tom fellow had been unable to leave a lasting mark. 

The ink hadn’t even begun to dry before it sank into the pages, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

“What the fuck,” you mumbled, dumbstruck. You dipped your quill in ink once again and drew a series of short slashes across the first page, using more ink than was strictly necessary.

In a moment it was as if they had never been there.

WHAT??? You wrote mindlessly in the freshly blank page as your mind spun. What kind of magic was this? And what was the point? 

No wonder you’d been drawn to it. It was probably dripping in all sorts of charms. Maybe the combination had been unintentionally alluring to particular passerbys. 

Before you could think any further, the clean page transformed again, but not at your hand.

Hello.

The word assembled letter by letter, as if a ghost was writing it over your shoulder. 

It seems you've found my journal.

You stared. A journal that could write back to you. Huh. A smile caught on your lips as you became glad after all that you’d chosen this one over a plain bookstore version. 

How old are you? You wrote, resting your chin in your palm as you waited for a response as to whether or not your new acquisition actually belonged at the antiques market. 

Sixteen.

You frowned. That was hardly vintage.

This was made sixteen years ago?

The response appeared quickly..

No. I'm sixteen.

Yeah. You were made sixteen years ago.

This time, the journal seemed to hem and haw at the response.

What year is it? Was the final answer that appeared.

What year do you think?

1943. 

A little off. you wrote impishly.

Oh really?

Just a smidge.

Define a smidge, please. 

What does it matter to you?

This seemed to stump the journal. 

May I ask who I have the pleasure of speaking with?

You may not. Then, because you had nothing better to do, you dipped your quill and drew out a Tic-Tac-Toe board, placing an X in the middle.

The board disappeared into the page, and for a moment you wondered if you’d annoyed your magical journal too much. But then it reappeared, this time with an O in the middle.

You huffed. When you took too long to respond, another line appeared below. 

I'm Tom. Tom Riddle.

You stared at the letters, the implications sinking in. If the journal had belonged to Tom—who was presumably a real person at some point in his life—then that would mean…which meant…

In seconds you’d slammed the journal shut and had your wand out, poking at the binding and being careful to avoid touching it again with your bare hands. Stupid, stupid you, buying something that had so clearly been engineered to lure you in, just like it probably had done to Tom back in the 40s. 

The antique market rarely had issues with unknowingly cursed objects. They were allegedly thoroughly vetted by the stand officials to ensure that something like this didn’t happen. But perhaps this one had fallen through the cracks.

There was nothing you could do for now except to wrap the journal in a blanket and throw it into your suitcase. As a muggleborn, there was going to be no real magic for you until tomorrow on the train. 

Better to investigate then, you decided firmly. With access to spellwork, you could at least cast protective wards around yourself and try to detect what exactly was wrong with it the next time you touched it. 

Yes, you thought. That cannot possibly go wrong.

~

“Y/N!” 

“Sorry, what was that?” You blearily blinked in the direction of Lucy and Ishan, both sitting there with an expectant look on their faces. 

“I was saying that I’m pretty sure that Parkinson and Malfoy are actually together this time,” said Lucy, frowning. “I just came from the loo and his head was in her lap. Revolting, to be entirely honest. I can’t believe I had to see that with my own eyes. But whatever. Are you feeling alright? You keep spacing out.”

“I’m fine.” You pulled the fabric of your robe over your wrist so you could gently scrub at your eyes. “Just—tough night last night. I barely slept.”

“I totally get that,” mused Lucy, nodding as her gaze fixed itself on the window. “I can normally never get to sleep the night before we leave. I just get so excited for the new year.”

You smiled. “Yeah.” 

But that hadn’t been your problem. Despite the creepy journal encounter that had left you with your mind spinning, you’d fallen asleep deeply the moment you’d gotten into bed. The issue had been staying asleep after all the dreams you’d had. 

You rarely dreamt. When you did and remembered it the next day, it was normally nonsensical and had to do with forgotten final exams or missing a lecture. But last night…last night had been different.

There was a boy. His hair was dark and his face cast mostly in shadow, his voice a tenor that seemed typical to boys in your year. He hadn’t been speaking anything you’d understood, though. The most peculiar, bone-chilling hissing noises came from his mouth as he bowed his head leaned over a vaguely familiar sink. 

Even though he wouldn’t acknowledge you, it was as if a channel had been opened between you two, like you could feel his emotions as phantoms within you. 

Franticness. Vindictiveness. A thirst for vengeance beyond anything you’d ever felt before.

You sat watching this mysterious dark haired boy from the cobbled floor, feeling the wetness on the stones seep into your robes, climbing up and up until it soaked your skin. 

At precisely 4 in the morning, you’d shot awake so distressed that you hadn’t slept a wink after. Needless to say, you were hardly what you’d consider to be well-rested.

The remainder of the train ride and the welcoming feast went on without a hitch. You managed to keep yourself from falling asleep at dinner and even joined in on the cheering for new Ravenclaws. The first years seemed to look younger and younger every year, you noted dully as you cut into the roast on your plate. It was making you feel awfully old.

Sixth year was supposed to be exciting—the year of N.E.W.T.S and figuring out what you’d concentrate in during your final year and getting to go to Hogsmeade without permission. But you hadn’t quite figured out what it was that you wanted to study. Being a muggleborn from a modest upbringing meant that you couldn’t be too frivolous. There was no amateur art or sports or celebrity career in your future. You couldn’t even count on marrying well—or marrying at all, in fact. None of your halfblood or pureblood friends seemed to understand that your family hadn’t already had an engagement arranged for you from the moment you were born. It was hard to look forward to a life that was so cloaked in uncertainty. 

That being said, you had more immediate concerns to attend to. Though the journal was tucked safely away in one of your suitcases far away in the Ravenclaw Tower, you couldn’t help but feel its presence. You were itching to get back to your dorm so you could steal away into a corner and begin to inspect it. 

Dumbledore finally dismissed the students after a rather uninspiring speech about the importance of dreaming big and staying true to yourself. You all but ran up the stairs, rushing to unpack all of your things.

“Merlin,” noted Padma from her desk. “That excited to move in?”

“I just want to go to bed,” you said, relishing the feeling of casting a spell to quickly stow away your skirts and button ups into your dresser. “Long day.”

“And even longer tomorrow.” Lucy was sitting at her desk, her feet crossed at the ankles. She’d somehow unpacked even quicker than you. “Does everyone have their finalized timetable for the term?”

“I’ve got Potions with Slughorn and Transfiguration with McGonagall on Mondays and Thursdays,” you began, unzipping your last bag and flicking your wand to send your school supplies to your desk. “Divination with Trelawney, Arithmancy with Vector, and Runes with Babbling on Tuesdays and Fridays. And of course the extended lab section on Wednesday for Potions.”

“Which lab section?”

“Morning,” you said. The diary was levitating from your wand now, looking unassuming and very innocent under the golden light of your dorm room. “You?”

“Same,” said Lucy, grinning. “I can’t believe you’re taking N.E.W.T level Divination. Do you hate yourself?”

“It was that or History of Magic.”

She nodded emphatically, turning back to make a marking in her planner.

With the dorm settled into a comfortable silence, you brandished your wand again, peering at the diary in front of you. 

There was nothing outwardly sinister about it. When you’d gone over to Ishan’s manor over Easter break last year, he’d shown you some of the (potentially unlawful) darker artifacts that his old pureblood family had in possession. They’d felt dark. This journal didn’t have that syrupy thick feel around it. Its aura felt sparkly, magnetic. Surely it couldn’t have been dark magic. Because all dark magic felt dark, right?

You gulped. You wouldn’t touch it with your bare hands anymore, you reasoned. Just spellwork and using the tip of your wand to maneuver it. Just in case.

Your 5 years of Hogwarts education had left you sorely deficient in useful diagnostic spells, so you dug around in one of your Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks from previous years and found a section on spells to examine magical objects. 

Revelo you whispered, feeling the slight jolt of magic as the charm left your wand. 

Nothing, It didn’t even glow blue, a sign of magically active objects. 

Huh. 

You frowned. The slightly more obscure spell you’d heard Snape use once on a student’s suspiciously well-written essay didn’t yield anything either. 

“Whatcha doing?’

You nearly screamed, clutching your wand to your chest. 

Lucy grinned wickedly as she leaned over your shoulder and reached for your journal. “Ooh, is this that thing you bought at—”

“Don’t touch!” You quickly batted her hand away. 

“Sheesh,” said Lucy. “Chill. I wasn’t going to read it or anything. I was just wondering why you were waving your wand at your journal. Secrecy spells?”

“No,” you said. Your heart was racing, “Er—not quite. I actually haven’t written in it, you see,”

“Oh?” Lucy’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Explain the theatrics then?”

A half-baked lie formed at your lips that was about to spill when you stopped yourself. Lucy was your friend. She’d been your best friend since the moment you’d met on the Hogwarts Express during first year. There was no reason to lie.

“It’s so weird!” You motioned towards the diary with your wand. “I buy this, right, because I feel this weird draw to it. And I take it home and try to write in it, and suddenly the book starts writing back.”

“A self-writing journal?” 

“Not quite. Maybe. Maybe not, I’m not sure. It’s just—something’s not totally right about it, but I can’t tell if it’s dangerous or not.”

Lucy gave a good natured snort. “A journal? Dangerous? And from old Linda’s stand? Please. I see her going through everything in her inventory. The poor shopboy in charge of vetting items has to answer to her if he slips up. There’s no way anything actually powerful slipped onto the stacks.” 

You stuck the tip of your wand under the cover and carefully pried it open, pointing at the lettering on the inside. 

“Tom Marvolo Riddle?” She frowned. “Am I supposed to know that name?”

“I don’t know,” you responded at the swooping lettering. “But the journal talked back like it was Tom. Like, it introduced itself as Tom and said that it was 1943. And it acted like an….I don’t know. It was like it was a real person talking to me.”

“Huh.” You could see the gears slowly turning in Lucy’s head,

“Do you know any detection or diagnostic spells?” you asked. “I tried all the ones that we’ve learned so far and it doesn’t even detect magic. But it has to be cursed, right? If the last owner of this diary got sucked into it?”

Lucy was just beginning to open her mouth when ink began to appear.

It is rather rude to be casting all sorts of spells in my direction without warning.

You jumped. “Jesus Christ. Do you see that?”

“Yeah, I do,” said Lucy, but her eyes were crinkled. “Girl. Don’t worry. If it was dangerous, you’d probably know by now. You’ve had it around you for, what, two months? And you’ve already touched it. It doesn’t feel dark. I don’t think there are any slow burning curses that gradually trap you inside an object. If you’re still alright, you’ll probably stay that way. Maybe you should just ask Tom how he got there?”

“If I start disappearing, do try to keep me in this plane.”

“Noted.”

Nervously, you dipped a quill on your desk into an inkwell, waiting for a moment before thinking up how to word your request. In the meantime, a drop of ink fell to the page. It was quickly swallowed up by the parchment.

Sorry you began. Just wanted to make sure you weren't going to trap me in there with you or something

An understandable concern

“Just ask him the bloody question,” said Lucy, hitting your shoulder. “I want to go to bed.” 

“Right, right.” 

If you'd like me to stop with the spells, maybe you could tell me how you ended up in here in the first place

“Nice,” said Lucy. She was nodding thoughtfully. “Very smooth.” 

It took a long time for Tom’s answer to appear despite the fact that your writing had almost instantly disappeared. Finally, black ink began to rise. 

It was an accident. Nothing that can be replicated by you, however. There's no need to worry. I fooled around with the wrong book in the school library.

“School library?” Lucy leaned closer so that the locks of her hair dangled over your shoulder. “Ask him if he went to Hogwarts.”

Hogwarts? You wrote quickly. 

Yes.

In your sixth year?

Yes.

“Ooh.” Lucy hit your shoulder. “Maybe you can use this to get comfortable talking to boys, Y/N.”

You scoffed, blushing a hot red. “Excuse me! I’ve told you. I’m too busy for that.”

“Uh huh.” She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. “Well, I think you should just keep it. It’s harmless. Like I said, it’s from one of the tamest parts of Diagon Alley. And you wouldn’t be able to get anything genuinely dark into Hogwarts. The wards would’ve detected it. Have fun with it.”

“Have fun with it?”

Lucy shrugged, bouncing once as she settled down on her bed. “I dunno. Think about it. I think a responding diary could be fun. Let’s say I’m not around to gossip one day. You have another outlet. Or maybe you could use him to help you study or something. Really, the possibilities are endless.” 

“True.” You mulled over the thought as you let your wand sit on its stand on your desk. Tentatively you grasped the soft leather of the journal and pulled it nearer to you. Tom was waiting for your response, after all. 

Me too you wrote.

And you still won't tell me your name?

“Do you think it’s a bad idea to tell him my name?” you asked Lucy, whipping around.

She set down her book and shook her head. “What’s he gonna do with it? He’s stuck in there.” 

Y/N. 

A splotch of black appeared on the other end, but it was quickly crossed out. 

How did you find me?

Antiques sale in Diagon Alley

I'm an antique?

Given that 1943 was over 50 years ago, yes

Nothing from Tom.

Is that not what you expected? You added. 

I'm not sure

Just as you were about to close the journal and head to bed, Tom wrote again.

And how are you liking your time at Hogwarts?

It's nice. Fall term starts tomorrow. 

You thought about leaving it there, but for some reason the words began to spill out of you. 

It does feel weird being so close to graduating, though. I don’t know quite what it is that I want to do yet.

Oh? But surely you must have some idea.

You pressed the end of your quill to your lips, debating whether or not to share it with this mysterious Tom. In the end, Lucy’s previous comment was what made the scales tip. What did it matter? Tom wasn’t going to tell anyone.

I would really like to go for a cursebreaking mastery abroad, but that hinges on what happens in my N.E.W.Ts this year. I need an O in Potions. 

I was taking N.E.W.T Potions at the time that I was trapped, Tom wrote. Perhaps I can be of assistance.

I can’t ask that of you.

Please do. It’s terribly boring being all alone in here.

You swallowed, watching the ink slowly sink back into nothing. 

What do you mean? What’s it like being trapped?

It took a while for a response to form.

Quiet. You’re the first visitor I’ve ever had. I’m still in Hogwarts, technically, but there’s no one else here. 

I’m sorry you found yourself writing before you could stop yourself. That sounds very lonely.

I don’t mind being lonely. It does get a bit dull, though. 

“Luce,” you said, leaning over the back of your desk chair. “He just offered to help me with Potions.” 

“See? Useful.” 

I've got to go to bed now. First day of classes and whatnot. 

Best of luck

Can you sleep where you are?

I don’t need to but I can

The words chilled you somewhat, but you pushed the feeling away. 

Well, goodnight you wrote. 

Goodnight

~

How were classes?

The ink appeared the moment you flipped open the journal. It was already two weeks into term, and you’d written to Tom nearly every night. You were curled up in bed, your blankets pulled heavy around your lap and your pajamas clean and smelling of lavender. A mug of tea lay steaming on your bedside table, its tendrils barely visible in the dim golden light of the candle you’d lit. 

As expected you wrote, yawning. How was your day?

Oh, you know. Thrilling.

You snorted.

“What are you giggling about?” Lucy’s voice snapped you back into reality. You looked up to see her peeking over the textbook in her lap, a smirk etched deeply into her lips. 

“Nothing,” you said quickly, but the way you slammed the journal shut gave it away.

“Talking to your fake boyfriend, huh?” teased Lucy. 

“I’m not even going to answer that.” You rolled your eyes. “He’s a fucking journal. It’s not like he’s real.”

“Didn’t he say he was trapped in there?”

You huffed. “I guess. He seems to have accepted his position in life, though. It’s not like he’s begging for help.” 

“No,” agreed Lucy. “But just think about it. What if you did manage to get him out? How romantic would that be?”

“Oh my god, shut up!” 

Lucy ducked away from the pillow you lobbed in her direction, cackling maniacally all the way. 

There you are. I thought I’d bored you. 

The words reappeared within seconds of you reopening the journal. You tried to smother the way your lips turned upwards at the sight. 

Sorry you wrote back, hoping that Lucy was sufficiently distracted with her textbook and would give you a rest for the night. A friend wanted to talk.

Does this friend know about me?

You held your quill to your lips for a moment before you wrote back.

Yes. She loves to tease over how much time I spend writing to you 

I take it she doesn’t understand

Quite the contrary. She’s the one who encouraged me to write to you in the first place, in fact.

How so?

Something about how it would be nice to be able to tell my secrets to someone who could never tell anyone else

Tom’s response took a bit longer to appear this time around. 

Oh? Any you’d like to share now?

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at the drying ink. 

You first.

For a minute, you thought that maybe Tom had disappeared. The parchment remained blank and clean. Maybe he’d gotten bored with you and had gone off to…whatever he did in his empty version of Hogwarts. 

Then the lettering appeared again. 

I used to have a pet snake when I was a child. I was an orphan, you see, and the other children thought that I was too strange to play with. I was terribly lonely. The matron took us to the beach once, and I found this little grass snake in the weeds. I stuck it in my pocket and took it back to the orphanage with me. 

You lived in a muggle orphanage? 

Yes. Obviously. Once I was amongst magicfolk, people did find me quite charming. 

Why’d you pick a snake?

I liked having someone—or something, I suppose—to talk to. 

You stared as the ink sunk back into nothing. Talk. Snakes. Talking?

Are you a Parselmouth? 

I’ve already given a secret Tom wrote. Your turn. 

Will you answer if I give you one?

That’s only fair. 

Secrets—you barely had those. You’d grown up sharing nearly everything with Lucy since you’d been paired up in first year Charms class. 

Not losing your nerve, are you?

I’m just thinking you quickly wrote back. I don’t have many secrets. 

Surely you do. 

This isn’t a very exciting secret. Heat rose to your cheeks as your quill scratched against the paper. But I haven’t told anyone this. 

Go on.

I can’t tell anyone this because they’ll think I’m annoying. I do really well in classes. But I feel like I’m never going to be smart enough. It seems like nothing that I ever do will be enough to stand out 

I understand more than you know

What do you mean?

I was sorted into Slytherin. Coming from such a modest background meant that I had to prove that I was worth the space I was taking up 

A swell of…something rose in you as you stared down at the paper. You tried to imagine this mysterious Tom in the familiar green robes that you saw every day in Potions, scrunching his nose up over a book and studying hard. All alone—motivated by the knowledge that no one was rooting for his success—knowing that there was no name he could depend on to cover even one misstep—

You blinked. Whoa. That was some serious projection. 

I can’t really tell this to anyone else. All of my friends come from influential pureblood families, so they just don’t get why I don’t get to make mistakes or slip up. They think I’m so uptight

Exactly. They all have safety nets. The grades, the house points, the prefect badges—those are all just surface level. It’s your name that gets you anywhere important 

“You’re looking mighty serious over there,” said Lucy from over her textbook. “Trouble in paradise?”

You laughed tightly. “Er, no. Just talking.” 

“Uh huh.”

I always feel like it’s evidence that I don’t belong when I don’t immediately understand something in class you add into the journal. To your horror, tears started pricking at your eyes. None of your friends were muggleborns. You’d never been able to voice these things out loud—or on paper, in this case. Writing it all out seemed so sad now. Like today in Runes. It took me longer than usual to understand a translation technique for this ridiculous slate from the Middle Ages. I had to talk myself down from believing that I’m faking it and that everyone else doesn’t even need to try

Is Babbling still there?

Yes. She’s still teaching 

She was already too old to be coherent when she was teaching me wrote Tom. Tell me, do you have to rennervate her throughout the lesson to keep her present?

She was old back then??? 

Ancient. 

I can’t believe she’s still alive. You chewed on your lip as you thought. She’s practically a fossil.

Do you think of me like that? Old?

Would it make you feel better if I said I considered you vintage? 

I’m wounded

“Fucking get to the library and start researching ways to pull that poor boy out of there,” said Lucy from her bed, “Or stop giggling like that. Merlin. You’re killing me. You’re practically twirling your hair.”

“Shut up!” Slowly, you opened the journal back up after slamming it closed.

Your friend again?

Yes you scribbled back. She’s teasing me again about how I should try to get you out of here. Which I’m assuming is impossible, since I’m doubtful you’re even a real person

I’m very real

Your blood cooled. 

Then why haven’t you asked me to get you out? 

A pause—just long enough for you to feel suspicious. 

I’ve gotten quite used to my little home in here wrote Tom finally. And forgive me if I believe it a bit forward to immediately demand the first person to which I speak to orchestrate my extraction. 

Extraction. Interesting word choice, you thought. 

How polite. Part of you was beginning to feel the slightest bit uneasy. And what would this so-called extraction entail? 

That I haven’t quite figured out yet. The response was instantaneous. Ever since we’ve met I’ve been returning to the library in hopes of finding an answer.

Which book trapped you in here?

Another pause. 

I sincerely doubt it’s still in print wrote Tom. It was a very dangerous book with dark, terrible magic. I had no business digging around in it. I paid the price dearly. 

He refused to elaborate.

You spent the entire weekend digging through the Restricted Section, paging through every book you could imagine that had anything to do with Tom’s situation.

Nothing. Nada. Zero. You tried every querying spell you could think of. You were desperate enough to recruit Madam Pince by telling her that you were writing a paper for a class and needed to find anything there was on getting yourself trapped in magical objects. What she did dig up was at best irrelevant—tales of ill-executed Animagi rituals that resulted in the wizard getting stuck in their animal form and reports of interactions with cursed objects sending the users into a different dimension, never to be heard from again. 

But as you were leaving the library on Sunday night, feeling downtrodden and profoundly disappointed, you saw something that caught your eye: the Alumni section. 

It was one of those things that you always passed by without another thought. No classwork required students to reference previous Hogwarts attendees. It existed largely to appease the old families by nodding to their longstanding presence in Hogwarts, and the only friends who you had ever seen in this part of the library were purebloods curious about their ancestry. As a muggleborn, this was predictably unrelatable. There’d been no person of interest waiting for you in the old, dusty books that were shoved neatly into chronological order, no long-lost ancestor or namesake. 

Not until now. 

The click of your oxfords against the dark hardwood echoed as you came to a stop in front of the stacks. Every yearbook was the color of that school year’s House Cup winner, and the one with 1943-1944 on the thin spine was a rich, loud red. It slid easily from the shelf—which was a relief, because occasionally older books required permission to handle and were thus unremovable—and settled gently in your hands. 

For a second you pondered leaving the aisle and finding a table to crack it open and savor the moment, but the thought of having to explain why you were looking at the 1943 class yearbook would be embarrassing. Doubly so if Lucy found you—she’d never let you hear the end of it. So, case closed. You’d open it here. 

Oh god. You swallowed and used the cuff of your free sleeve to wipe the bead of sweat that had formed on your forehead. This was a terrible idea—or was it? Maybe he wouldn’t be your type. Yes, maybe he’d look just like someone who annoyed you in class or he’d have poorly kept hair or he’d have a creepy smile. Then you could stop thinking about—that.

And that shouldn’t even matter! You squeezed your eyes shut to dispel the thought. It was all Lucy’s fault for teasing you so much about him being your sort-of-weird-ghost boyfriend—part of you was starting to pretend like that was real. And it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. It didn’t matter that no boy before had managed to make you this excited to talk to them. It didn’t matter that he got you like no one else in this castle seemed to. It didn’t, because as of present he was actually a journal and not a corporeal being.

In short, you reminded yourself harshly, you were checking this yearbook to verify that a Tom Marvolo Riddle did in fact exist and attended Hogwarts during the time period he claimed. That was it—nothing more. 

Nervously, you let the cover flip open and began to card through the thick pages. Moving pictures of entirely unfamiliar students greeted you, flashing past your eyes. First years, second years, third years, fourth years…

You paused before turning from the fifth year page to the sixth, overwhelmed with the thought that whatever you saw was going to change the way you saw your interactions with the diary. If he wasn’t there, you’d need to re-evaluate how safe this whole diary scenario was. You’d need to go back and reconsider if anything you’d heard from him was ever the actual truth. And if he was…

You swallowed. You couldn’t pretend like you hadn’t been imagining what he’d look like on nights that you struggled to fall asleep. There was never a face you could settle on. Whenever you’d spin up something in your mind’s eye, the features would shift and morph into something entirely different before you could enjoy it. 

But it didn’t matter—it couldn’t matter, because it was crazy that you’d even been fantasizing about a potentially make-believe boy who only existed in a worn diary. 

You turned the page, and Tom Marvolo Riddle stared right back at you.

Tom looked every bit of what you’d expect a Slytherin prefect to be like. Everything about him was neat, orderly, and intentional, from the tidy robes to the obediently shaped dark waves atop his head that looked tragically soft. The only thing out of place was a single piece of black hair, dangling temptingly in the middle of his forehead. 

His lips were drawn into a polite almost smile, his image almost entirely still save for the slight bob of his throat that repeated as the image replayed, over and over again. 

Tom was pretty—much prettier than you ever could’ve thought up on your own. He looked unreal, like he’d been sculpted by some higher being’s hand with the express purpose of being devastatingly ethereal. 

And he’d been talking to you. Connecting with you. And he was real. The weight of your satchel over your shoulder reminded you that he was right there. All it’d take was a quill and some ink to speak to him again. 

The picture had repeated its loop one final time before you closed the book shut and pushed it back onto the shelf, hearing the pounding of your heart the whole way.

When you wrote to him that night, you tried your best to keep yourself imagining how he’d look writing back. Would he smile when he saw that you’d opened the journal? Would he laugh at your (admittedly stupid) jokes? 

September turned into October which tilted into November with such speed that you could barely breathe. Time barreled ahead as classes sped up, assignments piled on, and each day became just another challenge to survive. 

Tom remained one of the few constants in your life, alongside Lucy and Ishan. It was concerning how much you’d come to confide in him, telling him things that you’d never dare to share with anyone else. You told him about the little accomplishments that you could never bring up to your friends, like Professor Snape insulting everyone’s potion except yours and what McGonagall wrote on your most recent paper, calling it one of the most well-researched essays she’d gotten from a N.E.W.T level student. You even told him how Lucy occasionally got on your nerves and how it made you feel like a bad friend. 

He was a good listener and an even better conversationalist. When he wasn’t being your confidant, he was more than happy to indulge any academic topics of interest. You spent hours going back and forth, debating the content of the news headlines that you’d tell him about each day. 

With time, the memory of Tom’s face and intimidatingly good looks faded to the back of your mind. You’d barred yourself from going back into the Alumni section in the library lest you felt inspired to crack open his yearbook again and remind yourself just how attractive your imaginary friend had been when he’d been alive. If you did that, then you’d start fantasizing about a future where you invented some sort of way to pull him out, and that was just silly. You had exams, and Tom didn’t seem particularly rushed in leaving his journal—or he’d at least come to accept that he’d never leave.

Despite this new normality you’d built around the strangeness of the journal, some things still felt tense. You’d grown comfortable with Tom—arguably more comfortable with him than nearly anyone else, save for maybe Lucy, since you couldn’t ever imagine opening up the journal and telling him all about the fact that it was your time of the month and detailing exactly how your cramps were making you feel—but there was this underlying sense of anticipation. For what exactly, you weren’t sure. You just knew that things couldn’t be like this forever. Something had to give. 

In the end, it was Professor Snape who started it. He’d looked down at your cauldron and said something about how your Draught of Living Death base was the most elementary thing he’d ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes upon and that you were lucky to even be allowed into the class, and something inside you broke. 

You’d tried so hard on that potion. You’d followed the instructions to a T. You’d diced everything evenly and stirred it with the precision of a muggle performing brain surgery. Potions had never been your best subject, and you tried to make up for it by trying harder than everyone else. Normally it worked, but N.E.W.T potions was something else.

Tom was taking longer than usual to respond to this particular soliloquy that night, a few letters surfacing before he scribbled them out.

I know this might seem scary he finally wrote. I’ll understand if this frightens you too much. But I think that I may be able to help. 

What do you mean, scary? Are you a mean tutor or something?

I mean that I can show you how to brew that Draught Tom replied. 

Show me?

If my research is correct, it’s possible that I can temporarily cross you over into my world. 

Your heart thudded, your hands suddenly clammy. 

“Lucy?” 

“Yeah, what’s up?” Lucy tossed her book onto her desk and turned to face you. “Oh no. Did something happen? You look awful.”

“Gee. Thanks.” You swallowed. “Er—sort of? I was writing to Tom about how crazy Potions class was today and he told me that he could help me. Like actually tutor me.”

“Is that not a good thing?” 

Your mouth was dry. “No. That’s not it. He means like, tutor me tutor me. In person. He says he can cross me over into his world temporarily.”

Lucy froze. 

“I have to say no, right?” It was so, so stupid that you were asking that. Of course you had to say no. There was no telling what he could do to you if you said yes. Maybe he was actually a demon that was attempting to possess you. Maybe he was going to eat your soul and use your body as a husk to feed on the other students and—

“I mean, probably not.” She thoughtfully pressed the top of her quill to her mouth. “Think about it. You guys have been in contact for months and nothing supernatural has happened. We already came to the conclusion that the journal isn’t dark magic because the wards would’ve kept it out.”

“But what if I get stuck with him? I haven’t been able to find anything about this type of magic before. I don’t know how it works.”

Lucy hummed. Then realization flickered across her features. “Hang on. I think I have something that might help.” 

She dug around in one of her desk drawers until she produced a small spool of half-used thread. It was golden in color but so thin it was nearly iridescent. 

“What’s that?” you asked, squinting at it. 

“It’s Invisible String,” said Lucy, already rolling it out and pulling it around your wrist. It was pleasantly warm against your skin, like it’d just been sitting out in the sun. As soon as it made contact with your body, it disappeared. “It used to be used for Ministry Employees who used Time Turners. Whoever is on the other end of the thread is able to pull the wearer back to this reality and this timeline. It’s very useful in avoiding nasty time related incidents. My dad took home a bunch of spools when Time Turners were officially outlawed. He taught me how to apparate with them since it can also work over long distances in the same reality—just in case I did something stupid.” 

“Wow,” you breathed, staring down at your wrist. There was nothing to stare at, of course. It was already gone. But it was an ingenious little contraption, probably charmed so many times with such obscure and rare spells that it would go for thousands of galleons if you tried to buy it yourself.

The perks of having a rich pureblood best friend, you supposed.

“As long as I’m holding the other end, I’ll be able to bring you back,” explained Lucy, holding the spool up demonstratively. “So, go for it. If that’s your only hold-up, I think you should go meet him. If anything, at least it’ll help your Potions grade.” 

You turned your attention back to the journal, worrying your lip for a second before you dipped your quill in the inkwell and wrote out Ok. 

“This is so exciting,” said Lucy from over your shoulder. “You have to tell me everything when you get back.”

“If I can come back.”

She dangled the spool in front of you. “I’ll make sure of that. If you’re not back by curfew, I’ll yank you back to this reality by myself.”

“Right.” Anxiety began to build in your middle, bubbling up until you were sure you were trembling. 

This might feel a bit uncomfortable was all Tom wrote before you were suddenly falling into a void.

When the inertia faded and light slowly bled back into your vision, you were sprawled on the floor of a Potions classroom that you’d been in when you were a second year. Tom Riddle stood tidily a few feet away from you, wearing the same formal school robes you’d seen on him in the yearbook. 

“Hello.” His voice was proper and measured. It fit him perfectly, but the fact that you were finally hearing him speak for the first time made you feel something that was highly inadvisable. 

“Hi.” 

For a moment, you just stared right back into his eyes as the silence closed in around you and the gravity of your situation sunk in. You’d really done it now, hadn’t you? As if to comfort you, the thread around your wrist warmed against your skin. 

“Don’t worry,” said Tom, like he could already tell what you were thinking.“You won’t be trapped. It’s me who’s bound to this world.” 

“And how are you so sure of that?” 

“This is a prison for my soul,” he said casually. “Not yours. You have nothing keeping you here.” 

“Right.” You slowly made your way from the ground to your feet, brushing off your robes and casting a few cleansing charms to dispel the dust clinging to you. At least your magic seemed to work fine here, you noted. It was a small comfort to know that you’d be able to defend yourself if shit went left. 

“I didn’t think you’d say yes.” Now that he was speaking more, you couldn’t help but admire the way he sounded—silken and smooth and entirely unbothered, like he did this every day. “I was sure that I’d scared you off.”

“You underestimate how much I want that Potions O,” you offered. 

“Never,” he said dryly. “Now that I see that you’re a Ravenclaw, I wouldn’t endeavor to make such ill-informed assumptions.”

You blanched, your head whipping down to take in what you were wearing. You weren’t sure why you were so shocked to see that you were wearing exactly what you’d had on moments ago at your desk—a midnight blue jumper with the Ravenclaw emblem stitched into the left breast, pulled on top of the white button up with the bronze and blue tie tucked underneath. That, and the standard-issue Hogwarts skirt and tights. Hardly dungeon attire—if you didn’t start brewing something soon, you’d be shivering. 

It all looked very silly compared to how many layers Tom was wearing. His prefect pin glinted under the dim lighting of the Potions classroom, and you tried your best to keep your heart from swooning. 

“Did I not tell you that I was a Ravenclaw?”

The corner of his mouth twitched up. “I don’t believe so. I would’ve remembered.” 

“Are you surprised?”

He cast his dark eyes up to the ceiling and scrunched his nose in a way that you thought was meant to convey a serious bout of thinking. “Not quite. I was stuck between that and Slytherin.”

“Slytherin?” You couldn’t stop the way you grimaced at this.

“I thought we had enough in common for it to be plausible.” 

A thrill shot through you. “I’m sorry to disappoint.” 

“I suppose I can't be too taken aback,” he said mildly, stepping neatly back and conjuring a cauldron to appear on the tabletop to his right. “You are a muggleborn. I don’t know of any who have been sorted into Slytherin.” 

This wasn’t news to you, but Tom’s delivery stung more than usual. The implication hung heavy in the air that you were somehow in the inferior house, only placed in Ravenclaw because of your blood. As an afterthought—as a convenient place for you to be put away. 

“That’s true,” you said, stepping closer until only the brewing table was in between you two. “But I doubt that I’d have been sorted there, even if I had been born a pureblood. The whole glutton-for-knowledge thing about Ravenclaw has always been me.”

“I disagree.” Tom summoned over a few jars of ingredients with a nonverbal wave of his wand. “If you’d been born with purer blood, you wouldn’t be so desperate to find a way to compensate.”

You flinched. Ouch. 

“I’m very aware of why I feel the need to work so hard,” you snipped. “But I really don’t think that has anything to do with my genuine academic curiosity. If I was so single-minded in using knowledge for compensation then perhaps I would have been a Slytherin.”

For a moment, his dark eyes flashed with something that you couldn’t quite catch before his face ironed itself into something impassive once more. “Excuse me. I didn’t mean to offend.”

You frowned, watching as he placed familiar ingredients on the table and began lining them up. “It’s fine. Just a bit of a sore spot, that’s all.” 

He gave you a look that made you feel like you’d just pointed out the obvious. Which you had, clearly. But it was offensive regardless. 

“I’ve assembled all the ingredients for a Draught of Living Death,” he announced, stepping back from the table and waving one pale hand at the spread in front of you. “You said you had trouble with brewing the base. This makes sense, since more complicated potions require more stable bases. I’m not wrong in assuming that you’ve always been adept at following instructions and brewing perfect potions before this year?”

He waited for your nod to continue.

“N.E.W.T Potions is different in that it challenges your intuition. Before this, you’ve been able to coast by relying on the guidance of others. But with potions like the Living Death, you need to be able to think on your feet. Even the slightest variation in your ingredients—the age, the quality, the place of origin—can be what ruins an otherwise perfectly good brew. Every potions recipe you see in school textbooks makes implicit assumptions about the quality and age of your ingredients. If, say, it’s an unusually hot day when a supply shipment arrives and the gillyweed oxidizes, the instructions for a more difficult potion won’t anticipate that you need to temper it with volcanic salt.

“That’s where you come in. When you’re preparing your base, you need to have an intimate understanding of the properties of each ingredient and how they interact with each other. This way, when you notice something isn’t quite average with your supplies—as is common in a school where ingredients are shipped in bulk—you can adjust.” 

Tom paused, his eyes meeting yours. You blinked once, then broke the contact to look at the cauldron.

No one had ever explained that to you before. No one had ever taken the time. Snape certainly hadn’t been interested in lecturing about why so many students were incapable of  producing viable potions—he was far more content with insulting his pupils for being inadequate. 

“I never knew that,” you admitted, finally looking back at him. He hadn’t moved an inch. “That makes so much sense.” 

Though your words were far from creative, honesty dripped from your voice.

“Right then,” said Tom, nodding tightly and stepping back to gesture to the ingredients. “Try to prepare the base again. This time pay attention to the state of the ingredients.”

You got the work, thinly dicing the beetroot while you set the moon water to simmer in the cauldron. 

“This was bruised,” you noted, motioning to the cubes you’d just cut. 

Tom nodded, looking at you rather expectantly. 

“...which means that part of it has already oxidized,” you continued cautiously. In truth, you hadn’t spent much time learning about the different chemical properties of the ingredients. That felt too concretely muggle, too blatantly biological. “Which means that the enzymes have, uh, had their bonds ruptured?”

“And…?” 

“And that means I need to…” You squinted down at the vegetable, trying to conjure up any knowledge you had about enzymes and potion making. It probably wouldn’t be volcanic salt. Would it? “I don’t think that I can use volcanic salt as a binding agent this time. If my memory serves correctly, moon water becomes unstable in the presence of pure minerals. So that means…acid? Lemon?”

Tom slid a vial over to you, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Mix a little into the beetroot before adding it.”

You uncorked it and let the citrus juice sink into the purple cubes, running slightly down the cutting board and pooling in the wooden crevices. 

The rest of your base preparation went just as smoothly, with Tom offering up the odd helpful comment while you nodded and committed it to memory. 

You finished with a base that looked nothing like the disaster you’d created just hours ago. You were just barely able to keep yourself from grinning and throwing your arms around Tom’s neck as you both began to clean up and vanish the contents of the cauldron.

“Well done,” said Tom, spelling the cutting board clean. The vibrant pink marks from the beetroot vanished. “Consider me impressed.”

You nearly exploded with giddiness. 

“Thank you,” you said very normally. He was standing so close to you now that if you reached out, your fingers would skim his robe-clad arm. But you wouldn’t do that, because that was weird. Because he was living in a journal and he was somehow bound to this strange alternative reality. Because you weren’t even sure if it was possible to touch him. Because even if it was, Tom Riddle did not seem like the type of person who would be partial to physical affection—especially not from someone like you. “Do you—have you found anything out about how you can escape?” 

Tom’s fluid motions as he tidied the table only stuttered for a moment. “Some. Nothing concrete, though.”

“If you told me exactly what it was you did to get stuck in here, I’d probably be able to offer a lot more help,” you pointed out in a way that you hoped didn’t sound too cajoling. 

He didn’t say anything. 

“Come on,” you pressed, putting your hands on your hips. “I’ve aired out all my dirty laundry to you. You can tell me. I don’t think there’s anything you could say that I haven’t already guessed.”

“Really?” drawled Tom, his eyes locking on yours. “Nothing at all?”

“Nothing,” you affirmed. 

“So why don’t you tell me what happened?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”

Men could be so frightfully dull sometimes. 

“There’s a book,” said Tom with a deceptive casualness, “That should be in the Restricted section. It’s called ‘Secrets of the Darkest Arts.’ Read that. If you’d still like to know afterwards, I’ll oblige.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine.” 

The work table was all cleaned up, no trace of your previous potion brewing except for the lingering scent in the air. 

“Well,” said Tom. His hands were folded neatly behind his back as he remained a respectable distance away from you. “I suppose I should be sending you back.”

“I suppose,” you echoed. “Will I—do you think I’ll get to see you again?”

You regretted it the moment the words left your mouth. Hopefully the blush on your face could be written off by the excuse that you were just brewing. 

This time when he looked at you, it felt like he was re-evaluating something. “Whenever you’d like. I’m not especially occupied.”

Before you could stop yourself, your face was splitting into a bright smile. “Of course. I was definitely asking because of your busy schedule.” 

He blinked twice. Then he opened his mouth, closed it, and fidgeted with his tie. It was the most obvious sign of discomfort you’d seen from him the entire evening. 

“Right,” he said stiffly. “Ehm—yes. It was pleasant to have you here.”

“Pleasant?” you echoed, your eyebrows raised. 

“I mean that I’ve enjoyed the time that we’ve spent in correspondence,” he said, waving a hand like that made what he said any less awkward.

“Tom, I was teasing you,” you said. “I don’t need some sort of confession about how you can actually stand being around me. I can tell.”

“Right,” he said again. “I’ll send you back now.”

Before you could add another remark about how weird he was being, you were catapulted out of the dungeons and back into your desk chair.

“Merlin’s Beard!” gasped Lucy from behind you. 

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the bright lighting of your dorm. 

“You literally came out of nowhere!” said Lucy, coming around to put her hands on your desk and stare at you. “I was getting worried, too. Padma is coming back soon. I thought that I’d have to devise some sort of plan to keep her out of the room so she wouldn’t ask why you materialized out of thin air.”

“Yeah,” you said, your eyes unfocused.

“So what happened?” 

“I—” You exhaled. “Lucy, I’m so fucked. He’s actually really cute.” 

“I knew it,” said Lucy, shaking your shoulders. 

“He helped me brew the base for the Draught of Living Death,” you elaborated. “He’s a really good tutor. He spoke for like 5 minutes about the properties of different ingredients, and I swear I’ve learned more from him than from 6 years of Snape’s lectures.”

“And did you guys talk?”

“A little.” You frowned, thinking back on the interactions you’d had. “He was really odd when I asked him about what I needed to do to get him out. Even weirder when I asked if I was going to see him again. He made some comment about how he wasn’t exactly busy and I said something that implied that I knew that but wanted to know if he liked seeing me, and he was super awkward.”

Lucy cringed. “Well, I mean, if I’d been stuck in a diary for 50 years without talking to someone, I’d probably be a little strange too. Tell me how he is when he talks—or writes, I guess—to you next.”

The next time Tom responded to a diary entry, you had news.

Tom you wrote. Are you there?

Yes.

Can you bring me back to you?

Why? Do you need another Potions lesson?

You rolled your eyes. Not quite.

Well, no. I won’t let you back until you’ve read the book I told you about.

That’s why I’m asking! I’ve tried looking for it everywhere. When none of the querying spells worked, I went through the entire Restricted Section by hand. Nothing! I asked Madam Pince and she told me that that book had been banned since before she’d gotten the position as librarian. I’m probably on some watch list now

That is troubling. 

So if you’ll be so kind, please let me back in so I can use your library. Thank you in advance

There was a long pause that you imagined Tom took to sigh and run his fingers through his hair in exasperation. Then:

Very well. 

You were falling through space once again.

final a/n: thank you for reading! let me know how you feel about it! this is my first time writing for tom so im kind of nervous or whatever

[yanderefarm]

.......war lord orc reader and stolen elf bride Nephite, Nephite not even being able to fully process whats happened, before he's thrown onto a bed of furs with a strange potion forced down his throat, and suddenly he feels so hot and wet, he doesnt even fully realize that all the whimpers and whines he's hearing are coming from him, and of course when he finally catches readers scent he's immediately spreading his legs for the large alpha looming over him, and when reader finally starts pushing his cock in Nephite screams and whines from already feeling like he's being split in two, babbling about how he cant take anymore, reader ignoring him of course, afterall thats whats the potion was for, to turn the small little elf breeding bitch into the perfect hole for orc cock, and he will take readers cock, he doesnt have a choice, he's readers perfect toy now, just the perfect size and shape for ready to grab and bounce up and down on his cock after or even before battle, Nephite might as well be a doll to reader, simply tossing him onto the bed when theyre done with him, not even bothering to clean him up, after all he's just going to get dirty all over again the next time reader sees him, Nephite cant even try to escape barely even being to move much less walk after reader is done with him, and well if he ever does try, Reader can just take those pesky limbs, a fuck hole doesnt need limbs now does it :)

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i literally can't stop thinking about this i want to make a full fic out of it but here's a little blurb

cw;; nsft, slavery, noncon, abuse, dead dove

he was one of your many spoils of war, a cute prissy little elf who spent his day thinking about flowers and animals. a week ago he'd been decorated in beautiful silks and golden threads and dainty flowers, now he was naked and his legs caked in mud with scratches from tree branches along his skin. it seemed like the long trek was finally over though as you brought him and the other elves into your base camp. why nephite assumed that meant things would get easier could only be the foolishness of a sheltered elf.

your men were rough with the elves, manhandling their naked bodies as they cleaned off the muk and grime from the travels. you watched in amusement as the high and noble elves were humiliated and bruised by your over eager men's roughhousing. one of your eager young studs tried to grope the one you laid claim to so you had to step in and give him a wallop. you grabbed a fistful of nephite's beautiful long hair and dragged him upwards for the rest of your men to see.

"mine." you shook his pathetically frail body. "mine." one of your large hands slapped over his stomach. "mine." finally your rough hand groped between his legs.

after your display no one touched him inappropriately again. instead once his body was clean he was forced to sit on the ground next to your thick legs while he watched in horror. your fellow orcs were excitedly sheering the other stuck up elves of their treasured hair, leaving many of them sobbing. you reached down and pet his long hair.

"i like your hair." was the only reassurance he got that he wasn't going to meet that same cruelty. atleast not today.

but your camp's cruelty didn't end there. once again all he could do was watch as his neighbors and friends were divided up among you. the unwanted elves were going to be sold to other villages or worse in black market auctions. while some were picked to become work mules, the more effeminate and dainty the elf the more likely they were going to be humiliated with the work of oxen. some were chosen to be used as furniture or decoration even. but arguably the unluckiest of all were the ones chosen to become "wives".

a bastardization of a term meant for love and endearment. it meant they were going to be degraded even further. a strange liquid was forced on them and then they would perform a mocking version of an elven wedding. the elf in question would be forced to swear commitment to the orc's thick cock in front of everyone. some of the orcs forced their wives to kiss their cocks to seal the ceremony while still others would force the elves to lick their assholes to humiliate them further.

eventually the liquid is brought to you and you take the whole bottle and shove the neck into nephite's mouth until he gags. you grab his nose so he has no choice but to swallow down all of the shockingly sweet liquid.

"we'll hold a proper ceremony for my little wife later."

he's dizzy, he can barely stand when you make it to your bed. he's tossed onto the bed without much care and you let him stew a little longer. it's not until you notice him touching himself that you take action. you force his hands behind his back as you push his face into your pillow. you let him enjoy the feeling of your thick cock rutting against his tiny body and it earns you the smallest moan.

"you know why I'm not making you get married to me yet?" you pull some of his hair back as your heavy breath hits his neck. "I'm gonna give you a choice. when im done with you im gonna ask if you want to marry my cock or you want to go home. if you can stay stubborn and determined you'll get to go back to being a pretty prissy little bitch. but me? .... i think you're gonna be begging to marry my cock like the whore you really are."

[ailelie]

If I ever came into possession of multiple millions of dollars, I would first take care of my and my family's debts and set aside money for my niephs' schooling and postsecondary dreams. I'd also set aside a portion of "dream" money for things like new furniture, renovating my bathroom, etc. Considering the bathroom remodel would cost $16k last I asked around, maybe $30-50k?

I would also donate a large amount to my church, my various charities, and to my building.

Then, with the rest, I would want to create housing for homeless people, starting with families. They'd get a condo with their signatures on the deed. There would be an HOA run by the people who live in the building. After the first year, everyone would be expected to pay $500 to 800/month in HOA fees (note: they get the apartment outright. No rent. No mortgage).

The HOA money would go toward building maintenance and the operation of a free, on-site daycare. (Families are encouraged to donate to the daycare if they're ever able, but it is never expected or required).

There'd also be a community pantry in the building that anyone could take from or add to. Ideally this would also be funded by HOA fees.

There'd also be a space people could use for parties, free of charge, though they would have to register to have it.

And there'd be a fund for services like monthly exterminator visits, snow removal, common areas cleaning, etc. These would also be HOA funded.

The building would be near public transport running N-S and E-W and within walking distance of a grocery store and a pharmacy.

I'd want some deal with local law offices that they'd provide pro bono services to the residents, though that seems like more of a stretch.

If families wish to move out, the building asks that they give the building's HOA board the first opportunity to purchase their unit at market value. (The HOA would have an endowment to enable these purchases).

The unit would then be offered to another homeless family, without strings, to own with no HOA fees leveraged for the first year.

If a family fell on hard times and could no longer make their HOA payments, they could apply for a 6 to 12 month pause with no penalty except that 2x the length of the pause must pass before they request another one.

One of the only major rules would be that apartments absolutely could not be used for AirB&B or similar services. If you're not a regular resident, you're required to sell your unit to the building at quarter-market value and move out.

Probably no smoking, too, but that seems to be another common requirement, similar to pet number and size. The smoking ban/etc would be something the HOA could change if they so wished. The AirB&B rule would not be changeable.

Otherwise, it's your home. Your name on the deed.

[vapmie]

This is my first time posting one of the fan fic ideas! Now, do mind the spelling errors as well as grammatical errors That’s due to my dyslexia so yeah, enjoy!

So this is a what if of what if Celeste did get turned into a vampire

The documentary crew carmas pans over to two twin children with the left side corner titled "Celeste former masters " and beginning their talking head.

"Yes, usually newly turned vampires go through what we call 'familar crazy. ' where the fledgling go on and about and adopt so so many familiars because they find them so helpful and well relatable and they were human not just a moment ago, but new vampires don't understand the massive responablity of having an familar. Like the feeding, the cleaning, resisting the urge to eat their plump red faces, and many more irritable things they need. so we told her that she could only keep two of the familiars that she collected, and rest either go to a shelter or back their old master. Celeste was very stern about the shelters being one of a "no kill." Nature well, fine, we gave in to that stupid notion. Although the two she chose are abosultely wonderful additions to the house, and if we're honest, we've grown some affection for them! Which is quite rare with familars be very enjoyable"

The scene shifts to Guillermo sitting on the end of a queen size bed, a massive upgrade to his closet space of a room. The title in bottom corner was now changed to "Guillermo De La Cruz: Celeste familar"

"So hey, yeah, this is all really. I have to say fast, but like amazing! I mean, of course, I miss well the old house, but what Celeste and the twin been providing me have been so much more the the past 10 years! They give me breaks, food, buy me clothes, and spend time with me. They even take me out with them to the night market! But I was on a leash and collar but they weird thing is I didn't actually mind it, I felt weirdly loved because they even git the collar custom made and they all praise me and dont seem disgusted with like affection I give, in fact they sometime come over to me and pet my head telling me!-" Guillermo pause and face seem freeze frame for a moment as the gear behind his eyes seem click something into place and look back carma with eyebrows crease together "I'm just being treated liked a spoiled pet aren't I."

The next shot shows Guillermo and Sam sitting on a couch. But the couch looks new and does not match the aesthetic of the other furniture in the house. It was more cushiony being ingulfed by pillows, the brims of the bottom, and the steps of the couch was golden with the carved in pattern of bats along the golden plating. Celeste walks into the room and starts cooing and gushing at the cat and human, scratching under sam chin while her other hand is petting Guillermo hair. With suprise, both the familiar looks very happy and even lean into the touch, with sam purring and Guillermo just with a big dorky smile. While this all happens, a tall broad silhouette with the shine of two dots of gold can be seen through the window.

-

Overall, pretty much Guillermo and Sam stay, and they are treated like pamper spoiled pets and honestly pretty good for both of them, but

Nandor comes in full jealously, seeing Guillermo giving away his affection so freely to theese complete stangers! Never once have he had guillermo hugging him like that. How could he! [Never mind the fact he rejects every time guillermo tries to initiate said affection]

But he set up meeting with the twins and trying discuss how should give him famikar back his rightful home and hiw rude was of Celeste just take a familar without asking. But the twins reject nandor's offer, saying how his familar have made Celeste so happy and pretty much like when somebody dog get taken another family and try get it back but parents making excuse keep it because their kid like the pet so much type of ordeal.

So obviously mean nandor has to kidnapped Guillermo back because he misses him.

[aetherspoon]

A not-so-simple relocation, day 4/5/6

Last time, we had the adventures in trying to pay for things part one (and yes, there will be a part two!), how the mass transit of Bergen works, and walking uphill.

The next few days were planned on Day 3, basically. We talked things over with my friends about what made the most sense to do when based on weather and so on. The plan was that one day we'd rent a car to drive up to where @kriatyrr lives to pick up things along with some furniture from IKEA, but it didn't need to be a specific day. It happened to line up where Friday was the better day for the car rental and everything else revolved around that. So, without further adieu...

Day 4 - Time to be a tourist.

The first of these days was a nice tourism day. I badly wanted to go to the Akvariet i Bergen (Aquarium of Bergen), as I went a looooong time ago once and it is kind of one of the more impressive things to do while out and about.

We saw some seals, sea lions, reptiles, amphibians, many many different fishies... and penguins. Including a BEBBEH PENGWING!

After that, we walked back through a nice neighborhood to get back to the main downtown area.

Our next stop was the Fisketorget i Bergen (Bergen Fishmarket), a public market for fish directly next to where all of the tourists get out of their cruise ships. They have two shops there specializing in fish and fish accessories - one of which is this nice restaurant called Fish Me (site in Norwegian, but if you click Meny (menu) you can find a menu in English). This is literally the only time I've gone out to eat in the first week that I've been living in Bergen (although I have ordered delivery a few times) and I don't think I can ever financially recover from this it runs a bit on the pricey side. I had a salmon burger.

Don't get me wrong, the food is good, but this is a "once every few years" type of place. The bill for the five of us ran north of 2000kr (close to 200 USD) for the five of us.

Final stop was going to Nøtteblanderen (link is Norwegian-only) - the nut mixer. Kriatyrr and I originally visited this place when I went on my trip to Stavanger, only to discover that it was freaking delicious and they had just opened up a location in Bergen. This was actually my SECOND trip of the week to the nut mixer, but the first with Kriatyrr and all of my friends in tow.

After collectively spending almost as much money as our dinner, a trip back home because we knew the real bad day would be next.

That night, we finished our bingo game of "spot the different types of boats going by the apartment" with the sighting of a freaking SUBMARINE.

Day 5 - I did warn him about the driving.

I first woke up to the sounds of Zoan's feeder opening... and some cronching going on. He's finally starting to eat, hooray!

The morning started off fine - I decided to be lazy while my friend went out to the airport to rent a mid-sized SUV. You see, today was the day of two big tasks - driving out to my partner's house (a decent distance to the North of Bergen) to pick up some more things from their place and the furniture trip to IKEA. Four of us went, one stayed behind to pet kitties.

As usual, it is time for an aside. Norwegian roads are very different from American roads. I'm hearing a "no DUH" from the audience, but let me explain some more.

In general, Norwegian roads operate much slower than American ones. The standard highway speed limit is 80 km/h, which equates to about 50 mph. There are a couple of roads with higher speed limits, but we weren't on any of those. Sometimes those speed limits drop to 50, 40, or even 30 km/h (30/25/20 mph, effectively) depending on whether you're in a residential area, hazardous area, and so on.

Tunnels are plentiful, especially on this part of Norway, as if you didn't notice there is a big ol' mountain range going right along the coast. The area is gorgeous - I'll be uploading many photos to Flickr later on - but they kind of don't mention one thing.

How narrow the lanes are.

You see, this area drops quickly down to one lane. Not one lane in each direction, one lane total. Going through tunnels that way even.

My friend who was driving was already getting super nervous at this point. Mind you, I warned him well before the trip that this was super narrow and he can absolutely just say no to this part of the trip. He was also playing up his nerves quite a bit... well, until it got even narrower.

This part of the road is literally narrower than the walking path that went up to a block away from my house in Madison. It would go around mountain corners this narrow as well, and if there was oncoming traffic? Well, one person needs to either pull over or throw their car in reverse to the most recent area wide enough to let another car through.

Google Maps claimed the trip would take 2h 13m. The Norwegian government also claims these roads have a speed limit of 70 km/h.

I think it took us a bit over three hours to get there without any stops.

After that was the return trip. Just as many white knuckles on the way back, only this time my friend who was driving was also pissing off the locals by driving 40 in a 70 km/h zone during "rush hour" (I think we saw a dozen or so cars total off of the highway). I still don't entirely fathom going that fast down a one lane road even if it is in the middle of nowhere.

IKEA was the next stop on the trip with our rental land yacht Toyota bZ4X. IKEA for the Bergen area is located in Åsane, effectively a northern suburb of Bergen. On the way there, I received the notification from my phone I had been waiting for - Zoan finally ate some food while I wasn't there. He was returning to normal, double hooray!

IKEA is, well, IKEA.

We bought a few things along with two sit-stand desks; one for me, one for Kriatyrr. We then went home - Kriatyrr and the friend driving in the SUV, another friend and I taking the bus because we couldn't fit all four of us plus all of that stuff in the vehicle. I busted out my new board game and read the rules.

Day 6 - Lazy day board gaming and building a desk.

This was the last day my friends were in town. Originally, we had plans for going up Fløibanen - a funicular that went up to the top of Mount Fløyen, which has some nice hiking areas and a gorgeous view over the city of Bergen. Those plans were kind of dashed by the traditional weather of Bergen (have I mentioned that I live in a literal rainforest?) and the general feelings of exhaustion.

Instead, we played a board game.

I didn't mention this back on Day 3, but when we were out and about in downtown Bergen I stopped by a store called Outland. It is a chain of geek stuff stores - M:TG, board games, roleplaying supplies, manga, anime, figurines, a play space for such things, and so on. In fact, this store was one of my requirements in Bergen - I wanted to be able to reach the store in around half an hour so I can potentially have a social life. Anyway, when we visited I picked up a new board game called Dorf Romantik. It is based on the video game by the same name (which in turn is really similar to Carcassonne the board game).

Dorf Romantik is a cooperative tile-placing board game for 1-6 players with a campaign mode, basically. You try to make pretty landscapes; basically similar to Carcassonne but without the stupidly-competitive parts of the game. I tend to strongly prefer co-op games in my multiplayer and my board game collection is currently on a truck to Los Angeles before getting on a slow boat here, so I wanted to have something.

My friends (Kriatyrr opted out of playing) played several games of it this day. Verdict: it's good!

In between rounds, we worked on building my desk. It wouldn't be too hard to build if it weren't for the fact that it required several tools... and we have no tools here. Had, I should say, since we had to go out and buy some to assemble this beast. I'm typing from this desk right now, in fact.

Next up, Oslo still not having their shit together on Sundays and the utter disaster that my friends went to, plus dealing with Norwegian holidays.

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[chienalafoli]

The Ultimate Dog Toy is Here – Get the Natural Coconut Dog Chew Ball Before It’s Gone

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If your pup loves to chew, play, and stay active, this is the one toy you absolutely need. Don’t let your dog miss out!

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And here’s the kicker – dogs go crazy for the natural coconut scent! It’s like an instinctual magnet that keeps them entertained for hours.

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[ankita784]

Pet Furniture Research Report: In-depth Analysis and Market Intelligence

Pet Furniture Research Report: In-depth Analysis and Market Intelligence

Market Overview

According to Straits Research, the global Pet Furniture market size was valued at USD XX Billion in 2023. It is projected to reach from USD XX Billion in 2024 to USD XX Billion by 2032, growing at a CAGR of 6.1% during the forecast period (2024–2032).

The Pet Furniture market, an evolving segment in the industry, is witnessing substantial expansion fueled by avant-garde technologies and escalating consumer demand. Market analysts scrupulously gather data through polls, focus groups, and in-depth scrutiny of industry patterns. These analysts utilize both quantitative and qualitative methodologies to ensure a comprehensive and precise market report. The report encompasses intricate insights on market size, growth prospects, competitive milieu, and consumer predilections. By harnessing advanced analytical instruments and expert acumen, the report delivers invaluable recommendations and strategic guidance for stakeholders, empowering them to make enlightened decisions and seize emerging prospects within the Pet Furniture market.

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The competitive landscape of the Pet Furniture market includes several key players who have a significant impact on market dynamics. Major companies operating in this market include:

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Go Pet Club

Midwest Homes for Pets

Nest Bedding

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Petpals GroupInc

Prevue Pet Products

Taizhou Huamao Handicraft Article Co.LTD

Ultra Modern Pet

Ware Pet Products.

The Pet Carpenter

Maker&Son

Milo & Pi Luxury Dog Beds

MiCara GmbH & Co. KG

Georgian Products

Casa Padrino

Studio Kanto

Labbvenn

Pet Empire

RHR Pets Europe

Others

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Others

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[acceleratemarketing03]

Rentals in Hornsby: Top Features to Look for in Your Next Home

Introduction

Finding the perfect rental property can be a challenging task, especially in a competitive market like Hornsby. Whether an individual or family is searching for their next home, knowing the key features to look for can help them make a more informed decision. Rentals in Hornsby offer diverse options, catering to different lifestyle needs and budgets.

This article explores the essential features tenants should prioritize when searching for a rental home in this area.

Location and Accessibility

One of the most crucial factors when looking for rentals in Hornsby is the property's location. A well-situated home should offer easy access to public transportation, main roads, schools, and shopping centers. Proximity to parks and recreational facilities can also be a major plus, particularly for families and individuals who value an active lifestyle. Additionally, checking the neighborhood's safety and overall atmosphere can play a significant role in ensuring a comfortable living experience.

Rental Price and Affordability

Before committing to a rental property, prospective tenants should evaluate their budget to ensure they can afford the rent while maintaining their overall financial stability. It is advisable to compare prices of similar properties in Hornsby to determine whether a property is reasonably priced. Moreover, considering additional costs such as utilities, maintenance fees, and council rates can help prevent unexpected financial burdens.

Property Size and Layout

Different tenants have varying space requirements, making property size and layout a significant consideration. Families with children may require multiple bedrooms and a spacious living area, whereas individuals or couples might prefer a more compact yet functional space. Evaluating floor plans and storage availability can help tenants find a property that meets their specific needs.

Condition and Maintenance

The overall condition of a rental property is another vital factor to consider. A well-maintained home with modern appliances, updated fixtures, and efficient heating or cooling systems ensures a more comfortable living environment. It is advisable to inspect for any signs of structural damage, plumbing or electrical issues, and potential pest infestations before signing a lease agreement.

Amenities and Inclusions

Rentals in Hornsby vary widely in terms of amenities. Some properties come fully furnished, while others may require tenants to bring their own appliances and furniture. Key features such as built-in wardrobes, a dishwasher, and a private balcony or outdoor area can enhance the overall convenience of a home. Additionally, checking whether the property has adequate parking facilities and security measures can influence a tenant's decision.

Lease Terms and Conditions

Understanding the lease agreement is essential before committing to a rental property. Tenants should review the lease duration, notice periods, and any restrictions, such as pet policies or limitations on renovations. Seeking clarification on the landlord's responsibilities for repairs and maintenance can help prevent disputes in the future.

Conclusion

Finding the right rentals in hornsby requires careful consideration of multiple factors, including location, affordability, size, and amenities. By thoroughly evaluating each aspect, tenants can secure a rental that aligns with their lifestyle and preferences. As the market for rentals in Hornsby continues to grow, staying informed and proactive can lead to a successful and satisfying rental experience.

[artisanstales]

How to Find Affordable TV Stands Without Compromising Quality

When it comes to furnishing your living space, a TV stand is an essential piece of furniture. Not only does it support your television, but it also provides storage space for your entertainment devices, such as DVD players, gaming consoles, and remote controls. Given how crucial this piece of furniture is in your living room or entertainment area, it's natural to want a TV stand that fits both your budget and your style. Fortunately, finding an affordable TV stand without sacrificing quality is possible if you follow the right steps.

In this guide, we’ll explore how you can find budget-friendly TV stands that meet your needs without compromising on durability or design. We’ll also highlight factors to consider when shopping for a TV stand, including material options, size, and style, so you can make a smart purchase that enhances your home décor.

1. Understand the Different Materials

One of the first steps in finding an affordable TV stand is understanding the materials available on the market. TV stands are made from a variety of materials, each with its own pros and cons in terms of price, durability, and aesthetics.

Wood: Traditional wooden TV stands are often the most expensive, especially those made from solid hardwoods like oak, maple, or cherry. However, there are more affordable options made from engineered wood, such as MDF (Medium Density Fiberboard) or particleboard. These materials are cheaper to produce but still provide a sturdy base for your TV and other electronics. The key is to look for wood veneer finishes or laminate options, which offer a high-end look without the hefty price tag.

Metal: Metal TV stands can provide a modern, industrial look for your living room. They tend to be more affordable than solid wood furniture but may not offer the same warmth or character. Steel and iron frames are common in budget-friendly models, and they are often combined with glass or wood shelves for added functionality.

Glass: Glass TV stands are typically sleek and stylish, but they can be fragile, making them less ideal for households with children or pets. While glass can be affordable, the fragility of the material may affect its long-term durability, so it’s important to weigh the look versus the practicality.

Composite Materials: Many TV stands today are made from a combination of materials such as wood and metal or wood and glass. These hybrid designs can offer a modern, stylish look while still keeping costs low. Composite TV stands provide excellent value, as they allow manufacturers to use a variety of materials to balance cost and quality.

When searching for a TV Stands price in United States, keep in mind that engineered materials such as MDF, laminate, and composite woods often provide the best balance of affordability and durability.

2. Set a Realistic Budget

Before you start shopping for a TV stand, it's important to set a realistic budget. TV stands can vary greatly in price depending on factors like size, material, brand, and style. By setting a budget, you’ll narrow down your options and avoid overspending.

Here are a few things to keep in mind when budgeting for a TV stand:

Size and Weight Capacity: Larger TV stands, especially those designed to hold large, heavy televisions, will typically cost more than smaller models. Consider the size and weight of your TV to help determine how much weight capacity you'll need in your stand.

Storage and Features: Some TV stands come with built-in storage options like shelves, cabinets, and drawers. If you need extra storage space for your electronics, games, or DVDs, you may need to allocate more of your budget for a stand with these added features. However, basic models without storage can be more affordable.

Aesthetic and Design: Depending on the style of TV stand you choose, costs can vary. For example, modern, sleek, minimalist stands may be less expensive than rustic or farmhouse-style furniture. However, if a specific design is important to you, be prepared to adjust your budget accordingly.

Once you have an idea of how much you’re willing to spend, you can start shopping around to find a TV Stands prices in United States that meet your needs while staying within your budget.

3. Shop Online and Compare Prices

One of the best ways to find affordable TV stands is to shop online. Online retailers offer a wider range of products than brick-and-mortar stores, and you can easily compare prices across multiple websites to find the best deal.

Here’s how to make the most of your online shopping experience:

Use Comparison Websites: Sites like Google Shopping, Amazon, and Walmart allow you to compare TV stands across different brands and price points. These platforms will show you a variety of options in your price range, so you can easily find the best deals.

Check for Discounts and Sales: Online retailers frequently offer discounts, promotions, and seasonal sales. Keep an eye out for major sales events like Black Friday, Cyber Monday, or end-of-season clearances to save on your TV stand purchase. Sign up for email alerts from your favorite retailers to get notified when sales are happening.

Read Customer Reviews: To ensure the quality of a product, always check customer reviews before making a purchase. Even if a TV stand is affordable, you want to make sure it is well-made and durable. Reviews can provide insights into the sturdiness, design, and ease of assembly, helping you make an informed decision.

Look for Free Shipping: Shipping costs can quickly add up, making an affordable TV stand much more expensive. Look for online retailers that offer free shipping or discounts on delivery charges to save even more.

4. Consider DIY or Upcycled Options

If you’re feeling handy, a DIY TV stand can be an excellent way to save money while creating a unique piece for your living room. There are plenty of online tutorials and plans available for building your own TV stand using inexpensive materials like wood pallets, reclaimed wood, or metal pipes. DIY projects allow you to customize the design to fit your space and style preferences.

Another cost-effective option is to buy an upcycled TV stand. Upcycling involves purchasing used furniture and giving it a fresh coat of paint or making simple modifications to improve its appearance and functionality. Many thrift stores and online marketplaces offer used furniture at a fraction of the cost of new pieces. With some creativity, you can transform a basic TV stand into a stylish, one-of-a-kind piece for your home.

5. Look for Multi-Functional Furniture

If you’re short on space and looking for a TV stand that does more than just hold your TV, consider purchasing a multi-functional piece of furniture. Many TV stands come with additional features like built-in bookshelves, storage cabinets, or even charging stations for your devices. These versatile pieces save you money by combining multiple functions into one piece of furniture, allowing you to maximize the space in your home.

Look for TV stands that can also serve as a console table or an entertainment center with room for additional items like sound systems, game consoles, or decorative accessories.

Conclusion

Finding an affordable TV stand without compromising quality is entirely possible if you know what to look for. Understanding the materials, setting a realistic budget, and comparing prices online are key steps in finding the perfect stand that suits both your needs and your home décor. Additionally, considering DIY projects, upcycled options, and multi-functional furniture can offer even more opportunities to save money.

For those looking for the best deals on TV Stands prices in United States, Crafter's and Weavers is one of the best places for the lowest prices on high-quality TV stands. With their wide selection of furniture at affordable prices, you can find a TV stand that not only fits your budget but also enhances your living space.

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Fire Pits Market Size, Share And Trends Analysis Report

The global fire pits market size is expected to reach USD 11.3 billion by 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. The market is expected to expand at a CAGR of 6.5% from 2023 to 2030. The market is being fueled by an increase in home sales, the adoption of an urban lifestyle, and a growing necessity for fire pits. The market is mostly driven by northern countries with cold and severe climates. Fire pits are built to help consumers cope with the cold, which drives the increase in sales and also the expansion of the market.

Innovations brought by companies are expected to meet customers’ current demands and expectations. Hotel industries are providing royal touch to the atmosphere for visitors by focusing on the construction of architecturally built gas fire tables, which provide an attractive look both the inside and outside. This is expected to propel the market growth over the forecast period. For instance, in January 2022, VIP Hospitality Group, LLC was undergone a multi-million-dollar renovation and repositioning of the Nordic Oceanfront Inn in Lincoln City, Oregon. The main gathering point will be the hotel’s revamped courtyard, featuring fire pits, a bocce ball court, a beverage bar, a pet lawn, and BBQs.

The wood-burning segment of the bathroom vanities market is dominated in terms of product type, and it is anticipated that it would hold the largest market share during the projection period. Depending on the type of wood and the prevailing airflow in the area, wood logs can burn for four to eight hours. Additionally, logs that have just half burned can be preserved for subsequent use.

North America held the largest market share in 2021, owing to the continuous expansion of the residential sector on account of the increasing number of households. Also, homeowners looking to upgrade and expand their outside living space are accelerating the demand for fire pits in the U.S. Additionally, the market growth of outdoor living space changed with the pandemic.

Gather more insights about the market drivers, restrains and growth of the Fire Pits Market

Fire Pits Market Report Highlights

• The market for fire pits was valued at USD 6.86 billion in 2022 and is expected to register a CAGR of 6.5% over the forecast period. Consumers are embracing the outdoors and are looking to make the most of their outdoor spaces, which subsequently is driving the demand for outdoor fireplaces and fire pits. Consumers are increasingly creating outdoor rooms with different materials and color schemes and aesthetics

• The wood-burning segment is expected to witness substantial growth over the forecast period with a CAGR of 5.8% from 2023 to 2030. With more people dining out and the resulting increase in hotel & restaurant construction projects, there is an increased demand for aesthetic and comfortable outdoor furniture

• The tabletop fire pits segment is expected to witness substantial growth over the forecast period with a CAGR of 10.2% from 2023 to 2030. Fire tables offer warmth, beauty, and a place to eat, drink, and chat in one contemporary display. Several international brands are launching their products worldwide after adapting them to the requirements of regional consumers

• The outdoor segment was valued at USD 4.57 billion in 2022 and is expected to register a CAGR of 6.1% over the forecast period. The increased adoption of western culture and socializing trends such as outdoor dining, barbecuing, and grilling are among the factors expected to create different opportunities for the outdoor fire pits market

• The B2B segment is expected to witness substantial growth over the forecast period with a CAGR of 7.1% from 2023 to 2030. In the upcoming years, it is anticipated that rapid investments in hotel, spa, and café construction, along with the growth of smart city initiatives, would create new opportunities for market participants

• North America region was valued a USD 2.73 billion in 2022 and is expected to reach USD 4.29 million by 2030. Rapid growth in the installations of cabinets in new and existing homes, as well as in nonresidential buildings of Asia Pacific, will support the robust demand growth

• HPC, a Warming Trends brand one of the key players, announced the launch of an interactive app for fire pit installation and in-field troubleshooting, the app visually guides the installer or field technician through every stage of the installation and servicing of any HPC gas fire pit

Fire Pits Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global fire pits market based on product type, type, end-use, sales channel, and region:

Fire Pits Product Type Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

• Wood Burning

• Propane

• Charcoal

• Gas

• Others (Ethanol, Gel-fueled)

Fire Pits Type Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

• Classic Fire Pit

• Fire Table

• Fire Pit Bowls

• Tabletop Fire Pits

• Chiminea

• Others (Ring, Pagoda, Column)

Fire Pits End-use Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

• Indoor

• Outdoor

Fire Pits Sales Channel Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

• B2B

• B2C

Fire Pits Regional Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

• North America

o U.S.

o Canada

• Europe

o U.K.

o Germany

o France

• Asia Pacific

o China

o India

o Japan

• Central & South America

o Brazil

• Middle East & Africa

o South Africa

Order a free sample PDF of the Fire Pits Market Intelligence Study, published by Grand View Research.

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Things to Consider While Buying a Recliner Sofa

With the different styles of recliners available in the market, picking one can plague. Things tend to be even more difficult while buying your first recliner chair Singapore since you might feel overwhelmed.

By the by, selecting any piece of furniture requires a sense of style. To that end you really want to take as much time as necessary prior to causing the necessary payments to be it online or in a brick-and-mortar store. To assist you with beginning, here are two things to consider while buying a recliner sofa.

One of the main things to factor in while buying a recliner chair Singapore is the material or fabric. You need a sofa that can serve you for a long time to come and consequently you ought to never turn out badly with the quality of the upholstery. The choice of material you settle on entirely depends on how you plan to utilize the sofa.

To give you a slight insight into what is set to come your direction, leather chairs will prove beneficial while searching for something classy. Better, they are durable and can be ideal in the event that you have furry pets at home. Different fabrics, for example, velvet might look appealing yet get dirty easily. Make certain to keep away from any fabric that requires regular maintenance on the off chance that you are to buy a fuss-free piece of furniture.

Whether your principal intention is buying a triple-seater or a single-seater, you should continuously prioritize the size of any sofa you need to buy. Remember you can dismantle a few sofas while moving them starting with one place then onto the next, yet others don't come with this feature. Guarantee the size of the sofa is perfect for your space. Wrong measurements just leave you regretting your purchase.

Recliners are an upgrade from your regular sofa really such countless functions and usability options. Regardless of the fact that it could require some investment before you finally find the best sofa for your home, you won't ever regret your decision of joining the growing number of reclining sofa Singapore owners.

To guarantee you buy the highest quality recliner chair Singapore at a reasonable price, reach out to Ergowork today. As a matter of fact, Ergowork is home to probably the best recliners you can at any point lay your hands on. Check them out today to find out more!

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Moving to Jonesboro, AR? Here’s How to Find the Perfect Apartment

Relocating to a new city can be both exciting and overwhelming, especially when it comes to finding the perfect place to live. If you’re planning a move to Jonesboro, Arkansas, you’re in for a treat. Known for its vibrant community, thriving job market, and a blend of small-town charm with modern conveniences, Jonesboro is an excellent place to call home. Here’s your step-by-step guide to finding the perfect apartment in Jonesboro, AR.

1. Research the Local Rental Market

Before diving into your search, it’s essential to understand the Jonesboro rental market, which offers a mix of apartments ranging from modern downtown lofts to spacious suburban units. On average, apartments in Jonesboro are more affordable than in many metropolitan areas, though prices can vary depending on location, size, and amenities. For those who love a bustling urban environment, downtown Jonesboro is a fantastic option with its trendy restaurants, boutique shops, and cultural attractions—all within walking distance. 

2. Set Your Budget

Setting a budget is one of the most crucial steps in your apartment hunt, as it’s important to consider not just the rent but also additional costs like utilities, parking, and pet fees if applicable. A good rule of thumb is to allocate no more than 30% of your monthly income to rent. Some apartment complexes in Jonesboro offer all-inclusive options with utilities or internet included, which can streamline your expenses and provide better value.

3. Identify Your Must-Have Amenities

Every renter has unique needs, whether it's a pet-friendly apartment, a fitness center, or in-unit laundry, and creating a list of must-haves can help narrow your options. The Urban Loft Co. stands out by offering modern conveniences like open floor plans, energy-efficient appliances, and secure access, all in a prime downtown location that puts you just steps away from the action. This combination of style and practicality ensures a living experience that caters to both comfort and convenience.

4. Visit Potential Apartments

Photos and virtual tours are helpful, but there’s nothing like seeing an apartment in person. Schedule visits to your top choices to get a feel for the space, lighting, and overall atmosphere.

Questions to Ask During a Tour

What’s included in the rent?

Are there any move-in specials or discounts?

What’s the parking situation?

Is there 24/7 maintenance support?

5. Consider the Neighborhood

Your apartment is more than just a living space��it’s part of a larger community, so take time to explore the surrounding area for nearby grocery stores, schools, and entertainment options. Living in downtown Jonesboro offers unmatched convenience and charm, with farmers’ markets, live music events, and a vibrant atmosphere always close by. With everything you need just steps away, downtown living makes it easy to stay connected and enjoy a dynamic lifestyle.

6. Act Quickly

The Jonesboro rental market can be competitive, especially in popular downtown locations. If you find an apartment that fits your needs, act quickly by having your documents—such as proof of income, references, and ID—ready to streamline the application process. Being prepared can give you an edge over other applicants and help secure your ideal space. Remember to follow up promptly with the leasing office to demonstrate your commitment and interest.

7. Make It Home

Once you’ve secured your apartment, the fun begins. Personalize your space with decorations and furniture to make it feel like home, creating a space that reflects your style and personality. Take advantage of local amenities and connect with your neighbors to build a sense of community. Explore your new neighborhood to discover hidden gems and get involved in local events to feel more connected. A little effort in making your apartment and surroundings your own can turn your new rental into a true haven.

Find Your Perfect Apartment with The Urban Loft Co.

Relocating to Jonesboro, AR, opens the door to endless possibilities, and finding the right apartment is the first step toward making this vibrant city your home. With thoughtfully designed spaces, modern amenities, and an unbeatable downtown location, our apartments offer the perfect combination of comfort and convenience to fit your lifestyle. Whether you're starting fresh or seeking a better place to call home, we’re here to help every step of the way. Visit The Urban Loft Co. and schedule a tour to find your perfect apartment today. 

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How Rugs Enhance the Aesthetic Appeal of Dubai Interiors

Rugs have always been a timeless addition to interior spaces, effortlessly combining functionality with aesthetic appeal. In a city as vibrant and design-savvy as Dubai, rugs are not just a necessity but a style statement. If you're looking to redefine your home or office interiors, Rugs Dubai offers a variety of options to suit every taste, space, and budget.

Why Choose Rugs for Your Space?

Rugs are more than just floor coverings; they bring warmth, comfort, and personality to any room. Whether it’s a plush rug for your living room or a durable option for your office, rugs can instantly elevate your interiors. In Dubai, where design trends blend luxury and minimalism, rugs serve as the perfect accessory to tie together your décor elements.

Benefits of Adding Rugs

Comfort and Warmth: Rugs provide a soft and warm surface, especially in rooms with hard flooring.

Soundproofing: Rugs can significantly reduce noise, making them ideal for busy households or commercial spaces.

Style Enhancement: A well-chosen rug can act as a focal point, adding color, texture, and pattern to your room.

Floor Protection: Rugs shield your flooring from wear and tear, ensuring longevity.

Popular Types of Rugs in Dubai

Dubai's diverse market offers a wide range of rugs to cater to various preferences. Let’s explore some popular options:

1. Persian Rugs

Known for their intricate designs and unmatched craftsmanship, Persian rugs are a classic choice. They bring an aura of sophistication and elegance, making them ideal for luxurious interiors.

2. Modern Rugs

If your style leans toward contemporary aesthetics, modern rugs are perfect. They feature sleek patterns, abstract designs, and neutral tones, complementing modern furniture and minimalist interiors.

3. Hand-Tufted Rugs

These rugs are crafted with precision and offer a balance between durability and style. Hand-tufted rugs are available in a variety of patterns and colors, making them versatile for all types of spaces.

4. Outdoor Rugs

For patios and outdoor seating areas, durable outdoor rugs are an excellent choice. They are weather-resistant and add a cozy touch to your external spaces.

How to Choose the Perfect Rug in Dubai

Selecting the right rug requires careful consideration of several factors. Here are some tips:

Measure Your Space: Always measure your room before purchasing to ensure the rug fits perfectly.

Choose the Right Material: Wool, silk, and synthetic blends each have unique properties; choose based on durability and texture preferences.

Match the Style: Align the rug’s design and color scheme with your existing furniture and décor.

Consider Maintenance: Opt for easy-to-clean rugs if you have pets or children.

Why Buy Rugs in Dubai?

Dubai offers an expansive market with high-quality rugs from around the world. Retailers in the city provide:

Custom-Made Options: Tailor your rug to suit your specific size, color, and design requirements.

Diverse Collections: From traditional to contemporary, the choices are endless.

Competitive Pricing: Dubai’s dynamic market ensures value for money without compromising on quality.

Elevate Your Interiors with Rugs Dubai

Whether you’re revamping your living room, creating a cozy office, or designing a luxurious bedroom, Rugs Dubai is your go-to destination. Explore the city’s diverse offerings and find the perfect rug that resonates with your personal style and needs.

Final Thoughts

Rugs Dubai are a small investment that yields immense returns in comfort, aesthetics, and functionality. With the vast selection available in Dubai, finding the ideal rug for your space is easier than ever. Upgrade your interiors today with Rugs Dubai—where quality meets elegance.

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Why "Chienalafolie" Wood Chews Are Perfect for Your Dog

If you’re a dog owner, you’ve likely witnessed your furry friend’s endless fascination with chewing. Chewing is a natural behavior for dog chew wood. It helps keep their teeth clean, alleviates boredom, and satisfies their instinctual need to gnaw. However, not all chew toys are created equal. Many are made of synthetic materials that can break apart or pose risks to your pet’s health. That’s where "Chienalafolie" comes in, offering a natural and safe solution for dogs who love to chew.

What Makes "Chienalafolie" Wood Chews Unique?

"Chienalafolie" specializes in crafting premium wood chews designed specifically for dogs. These chews are made from sustainably sourced, non-toxic wood, ensuring they’re safe for your pup to enjoy. Unlike some other chew products, "Chienalafolie" wood chews are free from harmful chemicals, artificial colors, or synthetic materials. They’re 100% natural, durable, and designed to provide hours of entertainment and enrichment for your furry companion.

Benefits of Chewing for Dogs

Promotes Dental Health: Regular chewing helps scrape away plaque and tartar buildup, keeping your dog’s teeth and gums healthy. "Chienalafolie" wood chews are tough enough to provide this benefit while being gentle on your pet’s mouth.

Relieves Stress and Anxiety: Chewing is a calming activity for dogs. It can help alleviate stress and anxiety, especially for dogs who spend time alone or experience separation anxiety. "Chienalafolie" wood chews offer a safe outlet for this natural behavior.

Prevents Destructive Chewing: Dogs who lack appropriate chew toys often turn to furniture, shoes, or other household items. By providing a "Chienalafolie" wood chew, you can redirect your dog’s chewing habits to something safe and satisfying.

Encourages Mental Stimulation: Chewing engages your dog’s brain and keeps them mentally stimulated. This is particularly important for active and intelligent breeds that require consistent mental and physical engagement.

Why Choose Wood Over Other Materials?

There are many types of chew toys on the market, from rubber and nylon to rawhide and bones. However, wood offers unique advantages:

Natural Texture: Dogs love the feel of wood. It mimics the texture of sticks they’d find in nature, making it more appealing than synthetic materials.

Non-Toxic and Digestible: Unlike some synthetic chews that can splinter or break into hazardous pieces, "Chienalafolie" wood chews are designed to be safe. They’re made from woods that are naturally digestible and won’t harm your dog chew wood if small fragments are ingested.

Eco-Friendly: "Chienalafolie" is committed to sustainability. Their chews are made from responsibly sourced wood, ensuring minimal environmental impact.

How to Introduce "Chienalafolie" Wood Chews to Your Dog

Introducing a new chew toy is an exciting experience for your dog. Here are some tips to ensure your pet gets the most out of their "Chienalafolie" wood chew:

Choose the Right Size: "Chienalafolie" offers chews in various sizes to suit dogs of all breeds and ages. Make sure you select a chew that matches your dog’s size and chewing strength.

Supervise Initially: When giving your dog a new wood chew for the first time, supervise their chewing to ensure they’re using it safely and appropriately.

Replace When Necessary: Although "Chienalafolie" wood chews are durable, no chew toy lasts forever. Replace the chew once it becomes too small or worn to prevent accidental swallowing.

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