Dumbledore Asked Calmly Novels & Stories

I wasn’t ready to start asking or even answering questions right now but then, how do I plan clearing the air if I keep up like this. “So..” “Who…” Dumbledore mumbled almost same time as I tried to speak, making me chuckle as I paused. “Ermm, you can go on.” I muttered as I raised my head, directly looking him. “Uhm, it isn’t right that way. You can go first??” I responded as I smiled. “Nahh, you go first. Mine isn’t that necessary.” He budged further as he rubbed his hair downwards. “Okay, if you insist!!” I muffled.

“Professor Howl said we can’t let the broom control us and I thought that was a ridiculous statement because a broom is nothing more than wood. It’s not a life therefore it can’t control us.” “All magic is alive Anila and must be treated as such. Your broom could sense your wild emotions and thought that’s what you wanted, a wild ride to match those emotions,” Principal Rapport explained, making me feel even more humiliated. “You screaming only egged it on,” Damien added, agreeing with Principal Rapport. “When in doubt, stay calm. Always stay calm.” I nodded, trying to understand what they were saying, but I was suddenly drained and wanted to just sleep for the rest of the night.

Runes glowed faintly on the high ceiling, casting waves of soft gold over the crowd. At the far end, upon the elevated dais, stood Headmaster Virelkan Duskrend, a tall, imposing figure draped in robes of midnight and silver. His long white hair glinted like frost under the enchanted lights, and his eyes, deep and sharp as starlight, surveyed the gathered students with the weight of centuries. The murmurs died the moment he raised his hand. “Students of Aetherborn Academy,” he began, his voice rolling through the hall like thunder. “You have all been called here for several matters of importance.”

Ezli seethes “Sorry. I just feel sympathy, that’s all.” I murmur "...So now that we are starting our final exams tomorrow, what do you all suggest that we do after breakfast?" Ketura asks A wizard draped in black suddenly appears in the hall, startling everyone "Greetings, Mr. Crofus." He bows, as his beards to touch the floor

The men smiled hesitantly as Alice approached them, then their three gazes shifted to me briefly. "So, the rumors are true?" the man standing closest to the door asked. He looked like Draco Malfoy, pale, blond, and ten years older. His all-black suit made him look even paler. Alice turned to me with a stiff look as I stared at the man with disbelief, they read that trashy gossip magazine too? "What are you doing here? Where's Carleon?" Alice asked impatiently. "We just want to make sure you're okay, printsessa," the man replied with his cold smile.

Then just like a switch had been turned on, noise, hushed murmurings and whispers took over. “Let's all calm down,” I said, waving my hand but they paid me no heed, engrossed in their little chit chats. “Silence!” I growled, banging my fists on the table furiously. At this point, I got their attention. Kael raised his hand almost immediately. “A question, my lord,” he said, smiling mischievously. “Go on,” I replied, my face twisted in a frown. “Thank you, my lord,” he said, standing up. “If I may ask, who is…this priceless possession?” He added.

Stathis was lying in front of her fainted and the whole corridor of students was gazing at their direction in shock and fear . "What the bloody hell was this now ." muttered Damon . " I need time to think ...do you have eneough power to compel all of them ." asked Cynthia looking at the students nervously . " I guess but why can't we let them know what's going on in thwir school ." said Damon . " Come on Damon they won't be able to handle all this stuff , not everyone has enough nerve ." said Cynthia . " From nerve i remebered ...why aren't you a gryffindor ..you can be a slytherin too ...bloody hell you have characterstics of the houses ." said Damon going off topic .

And the surroundings start to go back to normal. "Damn. That's cold." Calvin said. Kaleb apologized. "It's okay. It's normal to act like that. Especially at times like this." Calvin told him. "What are we going to do?" Kaleb asked. "Son, can you read your mate's mind?" Thorin asked. Kaleb tried. He sighed after. "Why, son?" Alexis asked him. "There's only one sentence, uncle." he answered. They asked what is it.

Isabella had no plan—or courage—to implement the latter. "I want to ask a lot of questions but I don't think you will answer them." "Go on," Ralph said. "I will, to the best of my ability, clarify things that are unclear to you." They slowed down. Mainly because the kitchen had come into view and they would be unable to discuss when they got there. "It's about Alpha Damon. Albus indicated that he is sick. What kind of sickness?" A long silence made her look at the male beside her.