Dumbledore's Got Style Novels & Stories

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

'So how was it today?' Asked Dr Ray. we were standing in the lobby a bit far from Leo's room. It seemed like he was heading to the reception desk. He was wearing a simple light blue t-shirt and a pair of black trousers. His harry potter glasses were lying on his nose bridge and his smile while he gave to me made every woman present in the corridor to look at him. Of course, his smile with a faint dimple on his right cheek made him look too beautiful, and I did not doubt it. I smiled back to him and said,

I heard Dalia gasp softly, and I couldn't help but think of the phrase 'think of the devil and he would appear. I turned to see her looking good—too good. She was in what I was sure was an expensive dress, even though it was very simple. She and that pesky friend looked different and not like the slaves back at Grimwell pack. The transformation was unsettling, like seeing a ghost that had learned to haunt in silk instead of rags.

It matters not what someone is born but what they grow to be. ~Professor Dumbledore, The goblet of fire. •• Noor dragged her feet, her gait ridiculously slow as she headed towards her Jaddah's suite. As much as she wanted to have alone time with her Jaddah, she dreaded what she wanted to talk to her about this late in the evening. She lifted her head high, ignoring the looks and mutterings that followed her as she walked deeper into the Dar. It was nothing new to her, and she had grown a thick skin to it.

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.

"Let the whole world know that their Queen is mine." "Please, could you save your hormones and pheromones for tonight? The sweetness level is making me want to drink sulfuric acid." That incredibly familiar sarcastic voice made both Alaric and me turn at the same time. Dorian stood in the balcony doorway. He wasn't wearing ceremonial clothing or a formal council robe. The alchemist wore his trademark gray robe, patched in several places, with a large leather bag slung over his shoulder and a belt lined with potion bottles that clinked softly as he moved.

But I also didn’t want to look shabby—like a victim, miserable in my first meeting with the council. I walk into the room, my heart pounding, and see him with Severus, playing a game of chess on the coffee table. My breath catches as I observe him. He’s already dressed—regal black attire that fits him perfectly. His hair is in a bun again, and I secretly love this look. He rarely styles it; sometimes it falls in loose curls, other days it’s slicked back or tied up like today. He’s focused on the game, chin resting on his folded fist, eyes stoic as he watches Severus move his pieces. His brow furrows slightly, concentration etched into his features.

This was a dirty scheme and sadly, it was Darwin’s scheme. I paused after doing all evaluation I could do and I finally rested on conclusion that after he gains everything he so desire now, he will likely break all ties with him. That sounded good to me. He will be getting played but what if he doesn’t break ties with him after all?? Only the negative side of the thought made me feel like puking. “Hello beautiful??” Dumbledore mumbled as he brought his head low to see what I looked like. “Is he expecting to see a deity?? Or a pretty lady without flaws??” I chuckled as I pushed my face away, making it impossible for him to see what I looked like.

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th

"Alzheimer's Syndrome is the name of a disease that affects mainly old people. It affects their brain and makes them forgetful. It affects magicals and muggles alike. The difference is that magicals had found a cure a long time ago, the wit sharpening potion. The muggles are still looking for a way to treat the disease, but with the speed that they are developing, they will find one in the next fifty years max." Erik started walking to the stone Gargoyle. Director Bones and her entourage were after him. Dumbledore shook his head to recover, and followed after them. "I need access to the Office, Lord Ravenclaw. I need to recover my personal items inside." Dumbledore said as Erik arrived at th