Dumbledore Clapping Novels & Stories

The door behind the dais opens and four stuffy-looking people, including Madame Aldine, emerge. The chatter from the bleachers dies down as the four people take seats at the dais. “Good luck.” Professor Towles squeezes my shoulder and then darts to the bleachers. “Good luck?” the boy who’s green whispers. “What do we need good luck for? Oh, this is bad… this is so bad.” A man with a gray beard stands. When he raises his hands, the last of the noise in the gym disappears as quickly as if all the air were sucked out of the space.

I’m trying, I’m really trying not to dissolve into fright. “You own this notebook, right?” He raised a particular notebook in the air and I ignored the need to roll my eyes. “Yes.” My voice clipped, I nodded. He should get this done and over with, it’s no use adjourning my punishment seconds by seconds, it only makes this tiring. I’m getting a tardy, it’s clear and obvious so can he hurry up already? “Clap for her, everyone. Her brilliancy is top tier.” My eyes that were already casted down on my boots jerked upright at the proud announcement from Mr. Knox together with the outstanding clashing of palms together to make a loud applause.

Alice’s POV The clapping and applause after the speech was nice, but the look on David and Lily’s faces was priceless. I couldn’t help but feel relieved, and even vindicated, staring at them in the crowd as Mr. Arlington thanked everyone and began making his usual small talk with various colleagues. When I tried to step away, he turned to me with a smile, his bright blue eyes twinkling. “Come, Alice, stay with me,” he suggested, motioning to the captivated, and curious crowd around us. “Let’s take a victory lap.”

Someone was clapping. The sound was slow, deliberate, and carried with it a presence so commanding it made the air feel heavier. A young man approached, his aura unlike anything I had ever felt. His sharp gaze locked onto me, and my breath caught, he was breathtaking. Royalty, no doubt about it. The Bloodmoon students quickly bowed in respect, and everyone dispersed. “That was amazing,” he said, his tone warm, impressed. He reached down and helped Cedric up, though his eyes never left mine. “Truly amazing.”

He felt his throat tightening. “Why? Do you think I'm dirty? Am I a disease? Must you have such an intense reaction just because I touched you? You should take off your clothes since I hugged you earlier.” Alexa scoffed indignantly, feeling angry. She realized the second man was also quite handsome. He looked like a scholar in his glasses; ‘if anything, he was an eight, and the man staring at her with his dark, stormy eyes was a 10,’ Alexa thought.

“Good morning, my beloved students of Transylvania Academy! Welcome to the second day of the Tri-World Tournament!” His welcoming remarks were received with enthusiastic applause of the students around her excluding the beings that surrounded Maleficent. Contrary to them, Cent applauded – earning her the curious eyes of her teammates. “What? I am not trying to look cool by not clapping my good two hands, you know.” Cent shrugged their curiosity-laden gazes and focused on the headmaster.

It took her a lot of effort to ignore her, to be indifferent to her feeling of supremacy. A smile made its way to the headmaster’s lips. Rotating his hand in counter-clockwise, an image of a distorted clock appeared, surrounded by dark mists. Everyone went silent, eyes wide, as the headmaster released the clock, bouncing on the ground before fragmenting, its pieces piercing to the walls.

That was a personal touch of Clara’s, one some of the other professors replicated. Clara stood at the front of the class room, swiping a stick of chalk over the blackboard. As I entered the room, effectively stealing the attention of her class, a grin swelled on her face. The ankle length skirt she wore swished in a sea of pattern and color, matching her tank top and the lilac eyeshadow she painted on her lids. “Well if it isn’t our wonderful Headmistress. Say hello everybody!” Many of the budding witches cupped their hands over their mouth to shout, while others were a bit more reserved. A chorus of ‘Hello, Headmistress’ rang out into the room.

Darwin shrugged. They both laughed as Dumbledore wore a light frown which said it all that he wasn’t angry but impatient. He badly want a taste of the food I prepared. “Dear Mother of light and grace. We commit this dish into your hands. Bless, nourishes and sanctify this food,” “Amen!!” They both said in unison.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!