diadem

The queen wore a sparkling diadem on her head.

The diadem was encrusted with precious gems and pearls.

She felt like a princess when she placed the diadem on her forehead.

The diadem symbolized her royal status and power.

He presented the diadem to her as a token of his love.

The diadem sparkled in the sunlight, catching everyone's attention.

The diadem was passed down through generations in the royal family.

She felt a sense of pride wearing the diadem at the royal ball.

The diadem was carefully crafted by skilled artisans.

The diadem added a touch of elegance to her outfit.

" Sorry, but what is a diadem? " asked Ron.

" I stole the diadem from my mother."

" Yes, he's trying to re-create the lost diadem of Ravenclaw. "

" I stole the diadem." repeated Helena Ravenclaw in a whisper.

They seemed to have run out of earshot, searching for the diadem.

" Well, there's her lost diadem. I told you about it, remember, Harry? "

" You are hardly the first student to covet the diadem." she said disdainfully.

A bloodlike substance, dark and tarry, seemed to be leaking from the diadem.

" I know what the diadem looks like, and I know where it is, " said Harry, talking fast.

Who could have told him where to look, when nobody had seen the diadem in living memory?