Dumbledore's Hand Novels & Stories

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.

He raised his hand and adjusted his glasses precisely, as if what he was about to do required full concentration. Some of the students stepped back slightly, making room for him. I watched what he would do with clear curiosity, especially after seeing the extent of the destruction that had just happened. The deputy slowly raised his hand and began drawing several faint magical symbols in the air. His movements were precise and organized, as if they were part of a familiar ritual to him. Faint threads of light appeared in the air, gradually gathering above the cracked ground. My eyes widened as I watched the scene. The ground that had been shattered moments ago began to move slowly, as if an

Definitely going to disinfect my body later… Bleach… I need Bleach! “You watched me talk to Alpha Mars. Did I mention anything about you attacking them on the full moon? I promised to be your Luna, I will keep my word.” A little bit of slide of hand magic. Have the audience look In one direction with one hand while the other is doing all the work no one is noticing… My insides are gagging while my face is being charming. He tries to kiss me, but I cover his mouth with my fingers.

” I cursed as I drank directly from the bottle, I gulped it all as my eyes became red, like a bloodshot. I walked down from the mini parlor back to my swivel chair as I crashed down on it, completely frustrated. What if he asks for any price to get back to his love?? What then becomes of me when he takes her away?? Will I truly die a painful death?? Hell no, that can’t be and will never be. I groaned as I looked at Dumbledore who was still resting at the cabinet, looking all the wines I had there.

There was only a light pink line as if the hand has been healing for days. In awe. I remained silent. Dimitri turned and placed the goblet back on the table. Then once again the old faery asked for a hand. This time it was Dimitris. He did what was asked and she followed with the same thing she did to mine and then quickly sliced open his palm. Cringing because I knew that pain. He reached down and grabbed the goblet with his good hand and proceeded to let his blood pour into the cup mingling with mine.

It was as if the sun just turned pure white. "This is just the beginning" Albus said as he closed his hand and compressed the ball of flames to a size that could fit in his hand. It no longer looked like a ball of flames but instead it looked like a little ball of light that hovered above his palm. "NOW DIE!!!" he yelled as he shot a concentrated beam at his target. He easily broke through the barrier but still missed, and his targets were out sight. "You're right, I am indeed very lucky" Mina from behind Albus. He turned around to look but saw no one.

They move seductively to lure him in. He raises his hand. The magic flickers between his fingertips and he clenches them into a fist, brings it to his mouth and whispers: "Aperta tea ..." Then he spreads his fingers out and presses the palm of his hand against the cold glass. The surface curves under his hand and a tear in the glass opens up. He steps in and is enveloped in darkness.

He walked toward me holding a plate in his hand but my eyes were on the bandage which was covered with blood. “Please have your breakfast.”, He requested, forwarding the plate toward me. I took the plate from his hand and kept it on the table beside the bed. “Amber…” “Shut up!”, I said and took his hand in mine. “Moon Goddess! What have you done to your hand?” “They’re nothing.”, He tried to retract his hand but I held them firm. “Ms. Potter, please bring the first aid form.”, I shouted a little loud so that she could hear me. Meanwhile, I made him sit on the bed and I sat beside him. Soon, Ms. Potter arrived there with a first aid box and left soon.

"Luna, I can't just stand by if—" "Don't!" I shouted. My hand raised reflexively, but everything happened too quickly. One of the wizards raised his hand. A black spell, glowing a deep red, was released in a single burst. The air split with a sharp whistling sound, like a knife slicing through it.

I asked as I held my chest with one hand the Grimoire on the other hand and it almost fell. “Be careful with that Princess. If it falls, we don't know how we can repair it seeing that you are the only Vale worthy," he said and I held the book well and put it on the table. “Oh, and yes. The two got home safely and I have just teleported here and I am sorry that I scared you. I didn't think that there was anyone here at this time," he said and that's when I noticed that he had a branch on his hand.