Headmaster Before Dumbledore 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.

The one in suit was talking, and I recognized her as the headmaster. "Of course, you will conduct an investigation and inform me with the findings. But I will never entrust you with my son anymore." He then strode his was as quick as possible and made a short stop just a foot away. Meawhile, Ron took over the role as he now began to talk to the headmaster. "How is he?" His question was softer compared to the rage he had lashed out. His eyes shot the same torture as me as if we shared our minds.

I can tell that he’s seething as his grip tightens on my shoulder. “Ow!” I yelp at Atwood’s tight grip. Upon seeing my pain, he instantly loosens his grip on me and concern takes over his angry face. He wraps his arm around me protectively and pulls me closer, causing my heart to flutter. “I would rather speak to Ruby privately about this, headmaster,” he says cordially. The headmaster sighs and walks around the table to approach us with his hands clasped behind his back. “Atwood,” he says calmly, “you were an excellent student, and I couldn’t be more proud of your accomplishments as King. But please don’t forget that this is my school, and I am the one who doles out the punishments here.”