Dumbledore's Got Style Novels & Stories

"Exactly! By the way, I heard the lecturer dresses pretty expensive." Just then, the lecturer walked in. He was tall, with a commanding presence that made the room fall silent. His sleek dark brown hair was perfectly styled, matching his well-groomed beard. He wore a tailored navy suit that looked like it cost a fortune, paired with a crisp white shirt and a silk tie that added a touch of sophistication. His polished leather shoes clicked sharply against the floor as he made his way to the front of the room.

Goosebumps were crawling all over my skin. I didn't really want to associate with the students at the school so I had no business with whoever was staring at me. I didn't turn to look instead, I focused my gaze on the door as a professor, whom I believed was a Chemistry professor, made his way in. He was a short, rotund man with a saggy belly and premature baldness on his head. He wore round-rimmed glasses that resembled those of Harry Potter. A black briefcase was firmly held in his hand.

“I don’t know but we’ll find out in the conference room. Now, if I can just get this done…” They demanded I powder their faces, arguing with them would be a waste of time because they’d win either way. When we were done, I led them to the conference room and made them take their seats quietly. But they wouldn’t stop whispering into each other’s ears until Elder Sesan cleared his throat. But Dash said one thing that made me smile because it was partly true. ‘He looks like Dumbledore.’ The rolling bin went to work but I wasn’t very worried about who ended up with who, except when it was Ian’s turn. I doubt I’d get any sleep tonight.

Her husband nodded. Moments later, the lights dimmed once more. But they didn’t see anyone walk to the middle of the floor. When suddenly, the familiar tune of Hedwig’s Theme came on. The students, especially the ones who have watched and loved the Harry Potter movies, recognized the music. “This! Isn’t this in the soundtrack of the Harry Potter movie?” “Yes! It is! My gosh! This is my ringtone!” “And their dress.. The color reminds me of the Beauxbatons.”

Aahva, who has suited up with a formal clothes like a high-ranking officer that makes him look authoritative, approach him. “Hei boy!” Abelard couldn’t turn his eyes away from Aahva’s charisma, that looks handsome even though he is quite old. “You always look dashing every time the coat and that hat are at you.” “Ha ha ha, you definitely want it, right?” “Yeah. Not meaningful, but I always imagine every time you look like that, when would I can have my own styles? “ “Ha ha ha, Abelard, someday you will get your own styles and when you do. Make sure you have something that is meaningful to you.”