Novel & Cerita Dumbledore's Office

Why does nothing make sense? I reached the top of the stairs. The door to the headmaster's office was oak, carved with the same wolf-and-moon motif as everything else in this place. I'd been here once before, right after the arena, when Headmaster Vane had told me my mother was a student. He hadn't told me the rest. He hadn't told me anything. I knocked. "Enter." Headmaster Vane was sitting behind his massive desk, just like before. His gold-flecked eyes lifted from the papers in front of him, scanning my face.

**************** The cacophony of the Blackwood College hallway bled through the heavy oak door—a chaotic symphony of slamming lockers, shrill laughter, and the distinctive squeak of sneakers on linoleum. Inside the office, the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of old paper. Adrian Vale sat rigid behind his mahogany desk, his knuckles white where he gripped the edges of the blotter. Across from him stood a female student, her posture eager, her voice a droning hum about extra credit and thesis statements that Adrian struggled to process.

Mine. I walked through every hallway, checking on my people. Callum & Keiran’s Room – Gold and navy tones. Antique headboard. Silk sheets. A sitting area with a fireplace. I caught them mid laugh, shirtless, unpacking cologne and boots. Callum pulled me in for a kiss. “Ye did good, lass.” Rory’s Room – Sleek and masculine. Leather furniture. A whole ass office setup. He’d already set up four monitors and was installing a tea station. “This place is fuckin’ Hogwarts on steroids.”

I clenched my jaw against the rising nausea and pushed the door open. The smell of sandalwood and expensive cologne filled my nose immediately, wrapping around my lungs like smog. The Headmaster’s office was cavernous, its high ceilings adorned with glass chandeliers, bookshelves lining every wall, filled with leather-bound tomes of ancient magic, clan treaties, and confidential student files. The air felt too heavy, charged with something electric and poisonous.

With a sigh, I follow perfect Clarrisa. We exit the office into a glass-lined corridor, Clarrisas heels click loudly on the cream marble floor. Everything feels too bright and shiny. I'd hate to be the cleaner here, there must be a whole army of cleaners to keep all the glass and marble clean. Clarrisa leads me to an elevator and I let an audible breath as I remember my last elevator ride before I was kidnapped by a sexy, rude, jerk of a… wizard? Then I snort laugh as I think about what is happening. I'm in freaking Hogwarts, and that makes Mr Collins Professor Dumbledore. Clarrisa gives me a disapproving side-eye. “Sorry, it's been a wild day,” I explain.

“How much more cruel can you be?” “Yulia, I didn't mean it that way,” Davina said in a placating tone. “I think that we should give Ms Moonshadow some time to think about our offer, Davina,” Albus said. “Our Order does not break families apart.” “I need to get to class and do some more thinking about this,” I said. “Thank you, chancellor Albus.” I said and exited the reading chamber. I made my way to the stairs all by myself, passing through the huge doors that seemed to sense my presence as I came close to it. After I was out in the sun, my phone vibrated.

Cold air blasted straight down, and I sneezed several times in a row. Anna Underwood, who sat nearby, turned at the sound. After glancing at what I was wearing, she spoke with the same well-meaning concern she had shown in my last life. "Even if the office has air conditioning, it's easy to catch a chill on the way to work. You should dress a bit warmer." I sniffed, forcing myself to endure the cold. "Anna, do you feel like the office temperature is a little low today?" She reached up and tested the air above her own seat. "It's warm. It's always this temperature. Besides, this is a central system. Every vent should be the same."

“I didn’t say anything. But yeah… I don’t know what happened to him. This shouldn’t be possible.” The door to the Headmistress’s office creaked open, cutting the conversation short. “Inside,” Professor Blackthorn instructed, stepping aside to let them in. The three students exchanged uneasy glances before filing into the room. Kira followed them in last, her eyes narrowed, a deep sense of unease clinging to her. Inside the Office The Headmistress’s office was grand and imposing, the high ceilings lined with shelves of ancient tomes and relics. At the center of the room, Katherine Vincent sat behind a large oak desk, her piercing gray eyes locking onto each student as they entered.

C9 Dumbledore’s POV: I crashed down on my swivel chair. I pressed my back against the chair as it pressed backwards. I slowly spun the chair round as I stole awesome glimpse of the office. The window faced outside and I saw the busy street of Chicago and I saw the high billboards and I saw his rivalry, Reynolds. Everything was beautiful from this view. I returned back to the swivel chair as I sat down and I had my head pressed my head down on the desk. I slept off and a knock at the door jolted me up again as I cleaned my eyes.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I followed the spiral staircase up to Professor Dana’s office, but god damn, I sure as hell wasn’t prepared for her door to slide open on its own. Magic glittered in the crack as I crossed the threshold. The smell of fresh parchment, lavender oil, and ozone filled the room. Tall shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, overflowing with spellbooks, artifacts, scrolls, and, the least conspicuous of all, at least three magical familiars sleeping in jars I didn’t dare to get too close to.