Dumbledore's Office Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes & walked off towards the building. "No worries, I'll throw your tray away!" Stella quipped as I walked away. I'll thank her when I get back down to the training field, but as of right now I need to focus on sensing the major power source on campus, because I have no idea where the Headmaster's office is. Atleast I can sense him so I can find my way there. I stepped in the building & knew that he was on the 2nd floor, so I found the nearest stairway & headed up. Once I made it to the top of the stairs, I walked down a hallway & made a right turn. I came to a stop infront of an office door that read "Headmaster Ronan" on one plate & "Secretary Sharon" on another. I was quite p

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

Ten minutes to the seven, the last of the staff enters the Great Hall, like they are the owners of the place, and Susan almost lets a smirk out, imagining the rude awakening that the goat and bat pair will have. Albus 'too-many-middle-names' Dumbledore was confused. He was sucking one of his favorite candies, lemon drops, savoring the mix of sourness and sweetness, and reading some parchment work in his office, seated on his desk just after a wonderful lunch, when the bell chimed. That bell shook his very core, his very being, and worst of all, he didn't know the meaning of it. The portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts around him on the walls woke up. Some looked aroun

I turned the brass handle slowly, the metal cool beneath my fingertips, and pushed the door open. Inside, the Headmaster, a man perpetually encased in tweed, was seated behind his impossibly large mahogany desk, his hands clasped together on its gleaming surface. My eyes, ever drawn to the details, darted to the paintings and framed pictures that covered the wall behind him. They were mostly academic portraits of stern-looking figures, some with ancient-looking scrolls, others with what looked like complicated magical diagrams. It took me a full minute, my focus caught by a particularly grumpy-looking wizard, to realize there was someone else in the room.

Shadows dance along the walls from the dim overhead lights, casting eerie shapes that seem to move with a life of their own. As we turn a corner at the other end of the academy, tucked away from the rest of the school, the familiar scent of burning incense wafts through the air, mingling with the faint hint of candle wax. The hallway leading to Headmistress Humphrey’s office is almost pitch-black, except for the soft, flickering glow of candlelight that spills out from the slightly ajar door.

This time the door burst open, hanging drunkenly from its hinges. "Riona!" Her ghostly form materialized in the center of the office. The room was larger than I'd expected, filled with ancient books, mystical artifacts, and paintings of previous headmasters. A massive desk dominated the center, its surface covered with papers and strange instruments. "I know it's here," I said, scanning the room frantically. "But I don't know where." Riona raised one translucent arm and pointed toward a bookshelf on the far wall. Between two leather-bound volumes, a soft blue glow pulsed like a heartbeat.

The gentleman was too busy trying to calm his racing thoughts, and Isabella was unadmittedly memorizing the buildings and trees to save herself the stress of enquiring whenever she had to go to Albus alone. When they got to the front of one of the wolf's forelimbs which had a door attached to it, Isabella knew just how big the structure was. Standing before it made it look even bigger! There was no knob on the door. Isabella was already wondering how they were supposed to go in when the door suddenly creaked and opened by itself, revealing a lit passage. "Magic," Ralph grinned and led the stunned lady in. "Albus is a great wizard. He has worked for this pack and Alpha Damon for a very long t

Kyle's POV We walked down the school's corridor, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the walls. We went along with Eden's idea, and he asked for directions to Mr. Daniel's office, who happened to be a wizard of some sort. In no time, we arrived at his office, a small room with a wooden door and a sign that read "Mr. Daniel" in bold letters. "I can smell him," I said, my piercing sapphire eyes fixed on the door. My dark hair was perfectly styled, my classic attire immaculate. "He is inside."