Professor Lupin Novels & Stories

' "Indeed they are but you. You are not good at this Professor?" 'Professor? I…' He smiled and said, 'I am glad that you can still recognize me, Mobius…?' Professor is a type of person who accepts reality and truth when it comes and if he doesn't know how to escape from it. Mr. President has already met him many years ago and he knows that Professor is a magician who can trick people with the face of his choice. Mobius Raven Rinber is the real name of the president of the Ard. This environment is intriguing because of how the air is not flowing in one direction. It seems like the flow has stopped and a question must be asked about how these two people know each other and why they are relaxed

She said loudly, gaining the attention of both boys seated by her side, "Professor Davis?" Blue-eyes asked brows furrowing in what she suspected was confusion. "Yeah, our psychology professor," Shd said slowly, giving the boy an incredulous look. He didn't even know the name of the professor of the course he was offering. Students these days. "Uh, No." The boy said, turning his laptop in her direction. "Our Professor is Doctor Grey," He pointed to the computer screen. Maya's head shot up instantly and she grabbed the laptop from the boy's grasp, her eyes widening in shock when she saw that he was indeed saying the truth.

As they passed through the garden, Imogen asked curiously, "Professor Winkler, do you like Lupines?" A gentle smile graced Mila's lips. "My husband thinks I do." "He planted them?" "Yes." "He's really good to you." Mila smiled happily and nodded in agreement. As they entered Sudvilla, Imogen noticed that the living room walls were lined with books, packed tightly together. She was surprised to see that scientists were inseparable from their books, even in their daily lives. The two of them went inside and immediately headed to the study to address the program issue on the computer. After a long session of research and discussion, Imogen finally resolved the problem.

Jared’s presentation was tomorrow and I needed sleep, for my peace of mind. *** “You know what you have to do...” Professor Alma adjusted his tie, almost acting like a mother. Even if she didn’t talk a lot, she had contributed heavily to his work, offering her expert opinion when needed and sharing her dissertations with him. Even if he was a professor, he was young enough to be her child which was why it seemed so cute when she patted his suit and wiped it down, picking up invisible lint. I had to admit, he looked absolutely dashing. His face alone could bring us home the award if they wanted but he was more than a pretty face.

He leaned his head backward on the seat. “Yes!” Clayton saw Jacqueline, The Luna, come out from the bathroom and she was drying her curly gingered long hair with a towel. “Vlad Lup, could I ask you a question?” Clayton sighed. “Is it about the pack? The Hunkers? Do they make any movement without your permission, under your lead?” Professor Hügel chuckled. “No. They’re fine, they are young and rebellious, I could handle them though.” He paused and took a long inhale. “How is your relationship with Luna?”

“I understand. But you also mentioned werewolves who desire to be human. How does that work?” A flicker of hesitation crossed the professor’s face, and she fell silent, studying us intently. “You seem unusually interested in werewolves,” she observed, her voice carrying a hint of suspicion. “There’s something about you… an aura, perhaps. It’s as if you’re not just curious, but deeply invested in this knowledge.” “As I mentioned, we’re conducting research,” I replied smoothly, giving her a reassuring smile. “We want to gather every possible detail. It would mean a lot if you could grant us that insight.”

said the professor with a smile. "That's right! What time is it?!" Dorin panicked. “It’s only 4:30. Still a bit early,” said Seb. "Oh, so you're both buying dinner?" asked Mar, "May I tag along?" "Actually, I'm still on kitchen duty, and professor Dupont here said he wanted to taste my cooking," replied Dorin. "Professor Jacob Dupont," said the professor, stretching out a hand at Mar. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced?"

Charles said. “University of California, California, USA,” Louise said and everyone laughed. “Are you serious? You look like an elementary school teacher. Well, you are now coming around. How about professor MacPherson?” Charles said. “Professor MacPherson?” Louise said. “No!! Professor Madman. Hey, answer me!” Charles said. “I know only one professor, MacPherson,” Louise said. “Good. Where does he work?” Charles questioned. “He works in my former place of work?” Louise said.

I didn’t need her in here making her snide comments. Professor Luca looked the polar opposite of what I expected him to look like; when Miles mentioned him, I had pictured an older man with a graying beard and a receding hairline who dressed in a semi-formal dress attire; a version of how young Dumbledore was portrayed in The Fantastic Beasts moving.

Lupin’s voice boomed, his lips curling into a deadly smile. No one answered. They were too stunned, their expressions a mix of fear and confusion. I could see some of them gripping the edges of their chairs as if grounding themselves. Lupin walked and paced in the center of the hall, his presence dominating the room. “Let me get straight to the point,” he began, his voice sharp and commanding. “You all know I hate beating around the bush. I want my position back as the head of this Council.” His words hung in the air like a heavy cloud. No one dared to speak until an older alpha finally found his voice.