Dumbledore Asked Calmly Novels & Stories

Should I even tell him? “I think it is time for the feast,” Albus said as he looked towards the house. People were going towards a very large dining hall. “We should join them; I have a feeling tonight's going to be quite entertaining.” I suddenly felt uneasy because of his words. “What do you mean, entertaining?” Albus chuckled and walked toward the dinning. “Just expect the unexpected, Ms. Moonshadow, there is no predicting how tonight may end.”

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

“I just wanted to ask you a few questions regarding Malfoy. What is your relationship with him?” “Why should I answer a question from a destroyer like you. You better go, because you won't get anything here." “Sir, please answer his question. And regarding your broken door, we'll replace it later," said Calistha softly. "I don't have any relationship with Malfoy." "Don't run out of my patience with this disgusting attitude of yours old man!" cursed Aiden harshly. Calistha immediately gripped his hand firmly and gave a pleading look to the man to be quiet. This time let her face the annoying old man because she felt that violence was useless to make the old man speak.

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.

Would I ever have someone like Albus by my side? Anyway, why am I suddenly feeling so melancholy? Focus, Alice. "Albus," I called, changing the subject. "Yesterday... before you locked up the chef, did you have a chance to ask him why he poisoned me?" Albus paused for a moment. Although he maintained his polite smile, my eyes could clearly see that his mind was working hard, filtering his words so as not to hurt my feelings. He... is a good man, huh? A good adult. "Just say it, Albus. It's okay. What are you worried about? I won't faint from a mere insult."

Clearly, she was not happy having an onlooker paying attention to their little public display of affection. All the cells inside my body screamed, telling me to turn around and walked away. Truly I was about to hear them out and leave when Hunter turned around and caught the sight of me first, penetrating me with his gorgeous dark eyes. His face looked as if he was bearing a great amount of pain when he finally greeted me. "Mey." I faked a smile and greeted him back. "Hunter." * * *"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

It felt and smelled so familiar though he was unable to be sure where it was from as it seemed to have been put through some kind of alchemic process, what’s quite bothersome to him was that it brought him the feeling of both calm and worry which was so confusing which irritated him. Putting on his coat he turns to his adviser with a straight look on his face. “Has the headmaster finished with what I asked for?” Lord Slog let out a forced laugh, giving him a bow but remaining silent. It has been days since the prince asked the head wizard to confirm something and up until now, the old man has not shown himself. “Is that truly necessary, my lord? Haven’t the witches already proven their worth

He looked like a lost soul and I wondered what was on his mind. I let out a deep sigh. How I wished I was a Legilimens! (= a person who practices legilimency; the act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings | for you muggles). Unfortunately, I was not one so now I could only have these questions inside my head left unanswered. * * * "Curiosity is not a sin…. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity… yes, indeed." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Some workers yell at us, questioning our appearance. Once Maddox finds a way out, he walks towards the car but immediately the Broken Dean pops out of nowhere. He breaks the car window, grabbing Maddox's neck. I push myself forward, opening the door harshly, making him fall. "Drive!" I yell. "Hasta la vista, Dumbledore!" I yell, waving my hand. "Dumbledore?" Maddox questions while laughing at my statement. "Admit it he's got a long white shiny beard." I laugh. "Aw, my side hurts. Maddox, can you help me sit down properly?" Maddox carries me over my seat, eyeing me to make sure I don't get hurt."

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.