Durmstrang Headmaster Mga Nobela at Kwento

ARIA "Well, Miss Murdock," the headmaster, Dr. Edwards, begins, "it seems everything has been taken care of and the misunderstanding has been straightened out. Welcome back to Ironclaw U. We're happy to have you." "Thank you," I say, flashing him an anxious smile. "I'm glad to be back."

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."

Joshua chuckled then he put his arm on my shoulders, "Don't be too sad! Come on, we'll be seeing our packhouse now! It'll be fine later. Let's go!" He pulled me in the direction of where the dormitories are. I temporarily forgot about my mates when I took a glance at the campus. I missed this place. It was really similar to Grenhil but the vibes are totally different. I like it better here. My forehead creased when I noticed the students were lining up in front of a large metallic black gate. There stood in front of the students was the headmaster so Joshua and I hurriedly ran to our pack. "I'll give the keys to your respective leader. I have an extra in case of emergency but I won't give it

The Headmistress grin turns into a grimace as she backs away. Everyone is a little bit afraid of Mr. Jersey. That's because he's a secret superhero, just like Mr. D. "Alright, Mr. Stone," Headmistress Andrews dismisses me. "Your....um...Uncle is here to take you home. Let's try to have a better day tomorrow."

Joseph pulled some strings and managed to get a visitation with Ruby; being a well-respected Elder and professor around this school, Headmaster Williams surprisingly agreed to the request. “We appreciate your time, Headmaster,” Joseph told him with sincerity. “As I said, I certainly owe you a favor.” The headmaster looked him over carefully and then nodded. “Yes, you certainly do,” he agreed. The headmaster was an older gentleman with grey hair and a thin profile. He was tall; way taller than me and only a bit taller than Joseph. I could tell he’s been around for a very long time.

"But please, spare them! Corentin and Eimear are innocent. This is all my fault. I was the one that led them into the Wild! I will take full responsibility for everything, but please, don't expel them." Headmaster Strictcon doesn't move a muscle. He stays crossed arms and stern eyes. It's only when the door opens that he bothers to move. "Hello," Headmaster Strictcon says. He turns and prepares to shake hands but stops. "Wait, who are you? You're not an officer."

There is pressure and he caresses it. "I’m Dracu Luther Bladimr. You’re Head at this school!” He grinned again. Bladimr? Familiar.

I raised my eyebrow and asked-" You do? But h-how? I mean you are a sla..." He cut me off by saying-" A slave? yes. I am a slave. But I worked for master Dunston long before he kicked me out" You were slave of Professor Dunston?" I asked with a frown. He nodded as he said-" Yes, He was my first master. I trusted him and followed his words. It was before he became the headmaster. But later he threw me away after a few years as was no longer useful for him. Since then I am here, taking care of them as my own family. During the stay, he took me once to the tomb"

she whispered to Drake. “Oh, that’s right.” The headmaster cleared his throat. “When you decided to run, we didn’t get to that.” He said glaring at her. “My name is headmaster Quinn. Now that we’re introduced you can call me Quinn or Headmaster, whichever makes you feel less afraid.” He smiled. “Don’t worry I don’t bite as much I am nice if you don’t piss me off at least. You running kind of made me upset.” “I’m sorry about that,” Ivy whispered. “I just didn’t know what you want with me, when Drake said I was special, I, uh I.”

“No one survives dragon fire. No one.” “I’m standing right here,” I muttered. “Exactly,” he yelled, his voice harsh with panic. “And that means you’re not what you think you are.” The crowd erupted in murmuring. Some glanced at me with wonder, others with hunger, but all of them with something keen in their gazes. The Headmistress’s lips twisted into the slightest, most menacing smile. “Interesting,” she mumbled. “Very interesting.” Darius came closer, chest heaving, his voice lowering low so only I could hear.