Dumbledore's Got Style Novels & Stories

I walked slowly towards the bearded man. From what I see. Looks like, he's been waiting for me all this time. I saw a lot of wrinkles on his face. His beard was so long and white in color. Her hair is white too. If you've ever seen the principal in the Harry Potter films. Well, that's what it looks like. Big and creepy too.

because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which make my eyes glued to them. "Yeah! Yeah!!….. Stop Shouting will you!...Who is it?..". (Old man) "Ol' Grim!…is this how you handle your shop?….". (Baroness Lydia) An old man comes out of the door behind the counter, scratching his head in an annoyed tone. He looks like what a wizard should be, with a long white beard and hair, a wise-looking face, and a long grey robe (kinda look like someone cosplaying as Gandalf). At first, he was annoyed as Baroness Lydia was lecturing at him, but secretly he was trying to cast appraising magic at the 3 of us.

My heart slammed hard against my ribs while my pussy throbbed like a needy little slut between my legs, still puffy and leaking from all the edging I had done earlier in the bathroom. The tiny black dress clung tight to my sweat-damp skin, my hard nipples scraping against the thin fabric with every single step I took in those sky-high heels that made my ass jiggle just right. I spotted him right away—Professor Damon Hale, looking like pure sin wrapped in that sharp black suit, the jacket hugging his broad shoulders and those strong forearms flexing as he shook hands with some boring faculty asshole. God, he was right there, tall and so controlled, that deep voice rumbling out polite bullshit

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.

Prince Ollivander was another epitome of beauty, his dark hair falling to his back, he was wearing a black torso and black sleeve, and his wide and broad shoulders were visible. He exuded an air of confidence and sophistication, his every movement a symphony of grace and refinement. His striking dark hair cascaded down his back, a stark contrast to the milky white of his complexion. His choice of attire only served to enhance his allure, the black torso, and sleeves hugging his lithe form and accentuating his broad shoulders.

“Let’s make her look like a queen.” The staff swooped around me like vultures dressed in Gucci, their hands tugging at fabrics, holding up styles I’d never even seen before. Reds, silvers, slits that could murder reputations. Draco sat back on a velvet chaise lounge, legs crossed, sipping wine like he was enjoying a private show. “I feel like a doll,” I muttered as someone pulled a zipper up my back. “You are,” he called from the corner. “Mine.” My jaw clenched.

I saw Draco and Albert both coming back to their senses upon hearing my word…. “Ahhe… yes.. yes…we should get going..” Draco suddenly replied with cheeky smile of his…and moved out of house with Albert beside him… in meantime I checked their outfit and I must saw Albert had groomed up well… he was looking elegant and royal in his midnight blue colored suit gown which was coated with detailed golden colored design… while Draco… he looked way more handsome then he was in his green colored tunic cotton shirt and cream.. Colored trouser and high boots…

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

He tightened his as well for a mere second and then released it. Soon they came to the door of the large building, where a long haired man stood, Alexis expected a rip off version of Dumbledoor, but the man was young and handsome. He wore a great quality tuxedo as well as a movie star smile. 'Imagine having a teacher that good looking... how would you get any work done?' "Your highness", he politely spoke, he gently bent his head. "Bentley. You seem to be keeping this place in top shape", Alastair complimented.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.