Durmstrang Headmaster Novels & Stories

The Moroi punks left as soon as they got through the gates but they all stared at me curiously as they walked back towards the Moroi dorms. Same as ten years ago, the Headmaster was a dhampir called Martin Hunt. He was one of the sweetest guys on the planet but also one of the strictest. I wasn't surprised to see that he almost looked the same as he did six years ago. I felt my breath catch as those dark eyes of his stared at me intently. "You can all go except for the young lady and Guardian Maxwell." Martin commanded. The other two guardians bowed before leaving and closing the door behind them.

Why do they want to keep me and Charlie--and the handful of teachers and students in the other cages in here--alive? Charlie shakes his head. "I don't know. They just said they were going to rid the world of us. As if we're the problem." I scoff. "Typical humans. They fear what they can't understand, and instead of trying to learn, they try to destroy it. Have you heard anything about Headmaster Stroud? Do you know where he is?" "No." Charlie's shoulders droop. "I saw him," a girl across from me says. She scoots closer to the bars. "When the Silver Hunters attacked. He fought them."

The hall outside the Headmaster’s office was peaceful, but my stomach wasn’t. I could feel the dull clench of anxiety twisting itself tighter in my gut since I got the summons from my dorm mailbox this morning. I’d had time to grab my coat before I was practically marched to the closed door and shoved in. Professor Marric was propped up on the mantle, arms crossed. Headmaster Arx stood behind his desk, not sitting, not speaking, only staring. Never a good sign.

If anything, she looked stunned, as though something had completely shattered her expectations and she still hadn’t recovered from it. Seated across from the Headmaster was the man in the sharp suit. Unlike everyone else in the room, he looked openly irritated. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest and the look on his face suggested he would rather be anywhere else. The moment we entered, all three adults turned toward us and the Headmaster immediately rose to his feet and extended a hand. “Mrs. Allen, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Headmaster Hamilton. Please, have a seat.”

Another voice responded. But it was a big deal to me. If only I understood just a snippet of what was happening, that would make me feel better. It was like everyone around me had read the same rulebook, and I'd been given a blank page. Eventually, a man stepped up to the platform at the front. He was older than everyone else with a bald head and a goatee. “Welcome back to school, I am Headmaster Augustus,” he said into the microphone, pausing only briefly. “And congratulations on surviving.”

They climb into their Fly cars respectfully and vanished. Principal Eldor approach us with a nervous smile "Look Mrs. Tabitha, I tried but..." He was saying, when a slap hits his face. "Do. Not. Say. A .Word. Mr. Eldor." My grandmother utters angrily, pulling Ketura with her. Principal Eldor rubs his face soothingly, as he stares at grandmother's retreating figure "Well, i'll let this slide because she's hurting and there's been a breach of agreement. But how can she think I will let my sweet Hermione get sent of the school?" He turns to me with a wicked glint.

He shifted his smiling gaze to the headmaster, who seem uncomfortable from the onslaught of gazes he received. Will you stop talking about me and focus on yourselves! Headmaster ranted inside his mind as he bit the insides of his cheeks. The Malevolent duke tilted his head to the side and gave Gabriel a deadpanned response. “So? I came here first so move along. The headmaster’s schedule is full for now.”

Paterson (Doc Pat) Headmaster and Principal of Blackwood International College He rules his school with an iron fist. He does not tolerate backchat or intolerable behaviour. He gets annoyed with the way Erik behaves towards him regarding Gregory’s disappearance. He tries to obscure everything in the media concerning Gregory’s disappearance. It is later discovered that he is a felon who committed heinous crimes Dale Mansion, personal secretary of Doc Pat

His mind was absent since the Headmaster's arrival. The Headmaster in front of him was a very tall and muscular man with bluish-gray eyes; his almost faded blue hair that was turning gray already was slicked back, though some fell down in a small tuft on his forehead. By looking at him, he can sense that he was an arrogant, overbearing, and selfish man, just like any higher up from every school; almost similar to Mister Vacio. He was truly the Headmaster he had a bad feeling about. Every now and then, he became involved with Doll. What was his plan? Who was he?

The headmaster took a deep sigh looking away to the ground where the man who had been trying to strangle Elinor lay motionless. “He got an easy death,” He said with a simple tone but Azeph knew that the underlying anger was simmering beneath the surface. “I will call my men to get them out of here,” The headmaster said, “We should get her out of here before then but she won’t listen to me,” “She won’t agree. I think we should respect her desire to remain strong in this time,” Azeph said and the headmaster looked at him and smiled. “You really care about her don’t you,” He told him, “I knew that the two of you would make a good couple since the first moment I saw you,”