Dumbledore Clapping Novels & Stories

I just sit beside my mate, enjoying the moments that every family should cherish forever. And when he finishes with a flourish and takes another bow, Arthur is the first person on his feet, clapping so loud it echoes through the auditorium. His enthusiasm is so infectious that it causes others to stand, too, and soon a standing ovation has begun.

Banish me, strip Felix of his title. I can already see it happening. But then something impossible happens. Alpha Donovan's rigid expression softens into a smile. A real, warm smile. And he starts clapping. The sound resounds through the hall, booming and purposeful. One clap. Two. Three. Then someone else joins in. Then another and then another. Within seconds the whole room is clapping, faces shining, voices rising in congratulations.

Teachers gathered around her while the school healer examined her. "This isn't normal magic," the healer whispered. A chill ran through me. In the crowd, I spotted Chloe standing beside Mila. Both wore expressions of concern. But for just a moment... I saw Chloe smile. It vanished so quickly that I wondered whether I had imagined it. The headmaster arrived moments later. His silver robes swept across the floor as silence fell over the hall. "Return to your dormitories immediately," he ordered. "No one leaves without permission." The students reluctantly obeyed.

Headmaster Augustus's warning voice resounded in my head again, his eyes narrowed on me. “Fine,” I said through clenched teeth, my hands folded into fists. The flame had returned to normalcy, but I knew it was only a matter of time before it reacted again, and that shouldn't have happened. Ivy gave the opening toast, and when she was done, Headmaster Augustus stood to applaud her, and the students followed. No, he wasn't applauding her because she had done a good job. He was doing it because this shouldn't have fucking happened but he didn't want to create panic inside the students!

Just kept staring at her like maybe, if he focused hard enough, she’d look back. I gave a sharp exhale through my nose and nudged his shoulder with mine. “Well, sucks for both of us then, doesn’t it?” His jaw ticked. “Speak for yourself.” “Trust me, I am.” I downed the rest of my drink and added, “But for the record? You clapping earlier? Real subtle.” “I clap for every student’s success,” he said stiffly. “Uh-huh.” I smirked. “So next time Jessica passes a math quiz, should I expect a standing ovation?”

Hadn't he said last night that he wouldn't linger on the chef and would hand him over to the police? What were they actually discussing that Ronan was so content to linger? "Miss Alice, would you like me to brew a fresh cup? Your tea seems to have gone completely cold." Albus's baritone voice coming from my left startled me. I looked down at the porcelain cup in my hand. Oh, shit. No wonder there was no steam. So, I had been sitting here clutching a freezing cup, pretending to sip it with the fake grace of an aristocrat? How absolutely ridiculous.

More cheering, more clapping. And the closer I got to the exit, the heavier the air became. “Maeve?” “Sydney, I can barely hear you. Just meet me at our spot.” Maeve said. “I’m about to teach these girls a lesson.” That pushed out a snort from me as the call ended. And as I finally walked out of the corridor, the screaming went over the top. “Sinclair! Sinclair! Sinclair!” The clapping was louder, echoing through the building. Voices rolled over each other, some were jumping, others were shoving each other just to get a better view.

She lets a giggle out at the visage of the old man on the floor, and turns back to walk to the head of the table, where a high back chair with the Ravenclaw shield was now located. Moments before, Albus Dumbledore tried to chase after Lord Ravenclaw, but crashed head first into an invisible barrier at the doors, bouncing back and dropping on his butt on the floor letting an ugly 'couch' of pain from the impact. That earned him a laugh from most people in the Great Hall. Joan, that is just the nearest one to the old man, snickers at his situation and comments. "You are lucky that Lord Ravenclaw put a bouncing barrier up and not a solid one, or else you would have broken your nose again."

I shouted as I tried my best to catch up to her while ignoring the numbness of my feet. "Mey!" I yelled as loud as I could, ignoring the look on everyone's face as I ran past them like a madman in a boxer and plain black sleeveless shirt. I stopped a few steps away and called her again. This time, she paused and turned around. I watched tears streaming down her face. My heart squeezed and all I could do was threw my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. * * * When speaking to Ron, Hermione recalls the professor's words of forgiveness in The Half-Blood Prince: "Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right."

An infatuated fan stuttered, “Clayde, my Prince Charming, as long as I can hear the sound of your zither every day, I am willing to do anything for you!” Applause and praise rang out incessantly! On the dueling platform, Clayde couldn’t help revealing a hint of delight on his face! He was filled with praise from the surrounding people. “Thank you, everyone!” As soon as Clayde spoke, the surrounding applause grew louder! She woke up Tang Tang, who was listening to piano music as if intoxicated. "Finished playing?" "A three-minute product takes such a long time!”