Dumbledore Clapping Novels & Stories

He turns to me and lifts his cup of punch soda. A row of applause breaks out. I smile at him. Goddess, my vision even fogs a bit. I dab at my eyes, and Eva snorts. "Cry it out, warrior," Harry chuckles. The crowd laughs, and I give him the middle finger. "Your turn, Coach Aiden. Say something!" My head snaps so fast, my hair slaps across my cheek. Aiden is here? “Nahhhh, I’m good—” “TOAST! TOAST! TOAST!”

One by one, everyone lowered their hands as they return back to their conversations or to drinking or eating. But, a pair hands continued to strike together , slowly and heavy. Soon, it was the only sound heard. The room became quiet as everyone turned their heads to the direction of the non-stop clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. As ways parted, it revealed a figure leaning against one of the decorated pillars. “What a beautiful performance?” Lucas locked eyes with me. What the hell is wrong with him?

The Headmaster halted his steps when he reached his table and he went straight to the shelf hat stood next to it. "ELA EDO CHALICE" He chanted and with a casual flick of his wand, the ancient chalice that sat on his top-shelf flew towards him. It landed on his hand very smoothly and Professor Sonny caressed its intricate pattern with so much care as if it was a lover he was touching. "Hello my dear, are you ready to receive my surprise to you? I brought you someone whom you were probably dying to meet." Professor Sonny whispered next to the ancient chalice. He has this kind of evil grin on his face when he said that clearly showed that the Headmaster was definitely up to something.

So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It’s really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands. I was brought back from my philosophical state and rumbles. When I look at the smile on Professor James’s face. My skin crawled, and a lot of alarm bells was ringing on my head. The familiar charming yet nasty smile was present on his lips. The smile of the devil is back.

A loud evil chuckle vibrated around the tunnel, Mena held onto her family tightly, she will try her best to overcome the strong powers of her sister. "Show yourself Suna!" She screamed as her eyes turned red in anger. The loud laughter continued. At once, Mena, Lilia and King Arthur began to feel dizzy and before they could react, a thick fog of darkness overwhelmed them and they fell to the floor breathless.

The same man who kissed me… and now, he stood in front of me, a ghost of who I thought he was. CLAP CLAP CLAP I turned to the source of the clapping sound, watching Alpha Duncan playfully walk in a small circle, his hands gesturing for another clap. CLAP He stopped, eyes gleaming with amusement like he’d just unwrapped the perfect Christmas gift. Then he cleared his throat, a smile still plastered on his lips. “I hate to interrupt your little soap opera, Alpha Rhaella, but could you wrap it up? I didn’t come all this way to watch a low-budget betrayed love drama like the one I see before me. If I wanted emotional theatrics, I’d read a book or turn on the TV.”

Another student, sitting near the windows, ran a hand through his hair, exhaling as if he had been holding his own sobs in. The room stayed silent for a moment. No one spoke. No one moved. Then, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor broke the stillness. Their professor stood up. She looked at Alexei. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears. Then, slowly, she started clapping. At first, it was just her. But one by one, his classmates joined in. The applause grew louder and began filling the room. Some students wiped at their eyes as they clapped. Others exchanged glances, as if silently agreeing that they had just heard something unforgettable.

He pulled us both up, claws digging in, as the grand wizard raised his arms, a malevolent spell weaving in midair. "I think you ladies owe me a dance."

I give him a nod. "Places everyone," Headmistress Decan says and claps her hands. My three men race up to the front and the crowd laughs. Each of my friends returns to their seats. Lance holds out his arm. "I'm sorry about everything, Brene, but I can see you are happy now and I'm glad. I really am."

“Get out, Alera. Before I will do something I'll regret.” She doesn’t move immediately. And for a moment, I think she’s going to argue. But then a presence fills the door way and Alera jumps back quickly with a force of lightning. I turn around sharply just as a slow clap echoes behind us. “Well, that was enlightening.”