Albus Dumbledore Robes Novels & Stories

The chair to his left was empty. Ayla stopped in her tracks. As if feeling Ayla’s presence, Rhobart stopped speaking and turned his head in her direction. His throat bobbed as he looked at her. He had told her before that she was beautiful, but she didn’t believe it. Until that moment. He was wearing a simple white tunic and black trousers. His boots had been cleaned and the light coming from the magic crystals placed around the church made them shine. A cloak sat on his shoulders. His beard and hair had been trimmed and braided in a simple style.

"Albus, check his clothes. Not just the ones he's wearing now, check the replacement uniform he's about to put in the laundry too." "Miss, but he's…" "Ah, because he's Ronan's loyal chef, is that why he's better than me? A woman who might be thrown out soon?" Albus shook his head. "It's not like that, Miss. But—" "Search him," I interrupted sharply. "If you find nothing on him, I will personally bow down and leave this house." Albus sighed, then motioned to two guards standing outside the kitchen. They dragged the protesting chef into the back locker room. The metal doors slammed shut loudly. A few minutes later, Albus returned, his jaw clenched tight.

Beta Loras stated with a mocking tone as he walked inside the chamber majestically He was putting on a long black robe lined with blue silks at every corner of his neck, sleeves and tips. The robe was fastened; to his waist with another long black rope and tied into a knot at his back to make it firm. His long hair was flowing over his shoulder and behind his ear. “I shouldn’t brood over the death of a betrayal for too long, the pack has many other things to focus on after all” Alpha Ren replied with his eyes fixed on the book in his hand

He then walked ahead of Lycus Lewis. A mysterious aura and majestic enchanting charisma radiated in Albus' every move and step. The man wore an all-white shirt with gold, silver, sky blue, green, red threads embroidered on his robes. Albus' straight platinum blonde hair was left loose. Albus stepped out of his dragon lair. He lifted his head and tried to take a deep breath, then felt the temperature around him while closing his eyes. Lycus Lewis appeared behind him, trying to move silently, not wanting to disturb the solemn atmosphere that was taking place.

’ As the numerous prominent figures gathered, once again, a man walked over from a distance. The man appeared to be about twenty years old and was dressed in a white robe. On the robe, the word ‘Elixir’ was depicted on it. He was also wearing a glittering badge on his chest. James recognized it the moment he saw it. It was an alchemist’s badge.

However, He feels amazed at how Arthur's eye color changes with his every emotion. " Uncle! Pass me the magnifying glass!" Arthur wears the robe and shouts, Trying to wear the sunglasses. Jacob smiles giving him the glass.. Giving him the glass, He looks around. Although The room is filled with lots of toys it is well arranged. Arthur is well-behaved and doesn't like messy environments as he doesn't. However, He Wrinkles his eyebrows finding a photo album on the corner of his bed. Seems like Alisha shows him the photos when he goes to sleep.

He turned to block it but a punch wasn't the attack. As soon as Albus got closer to Yen his entire body glowed white and exploded. The explosion was so big that everyone could see it, and it was so bright that the colour of the sky was changed. It was no use calculating the destruction scale of the explosion, it was so freaking huge.

I gave him nothing in return. A new swell of music interrupted us as Ambrosius entered the room from the far side. For a moment, the air shifted. He was dressed not in ceremonial robes, but in black tailored silk—simple, clean, dangerously elegant. No crest on his chest. Just the silver pin of the Riddle heir on his lapel. Every head turned. He walked through them like they weren’t there. Not dismissively. Just... above. He reached me in seconds, nodded once at Corwin.

"Let the whole world know that their Queen is mine." "Please, could you save your hormones and pheromones for tonight? The sweetness level is making me want to drink sulfuric acid." That incredibly familiar sarcastic voice made both Alaric and me turn at the same time. Dorian stood in the balcony doorway. He wasn't wearing ceremonial clothing or a formal council robe. The alchemist wore his trademark gray robe, patched in several places, with a large leather bag slung over his shoulder and a belt lined with potion bottles that clinked softly as he moved.

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.