Professor Mcgonagall Gif Novels & Stories

Bold eye makeup and though it is getting cold out, she is not dressed for the weather in her tank top and skinny jeans. She catches me staring a couple of times and it is the same blank stare like she doesn't recognise me at all. My heart is pounding, I don't know what to think. The class can't be done with quick enough, I need to talk with her right away. I can't make sense of anything. Beside me, Dylan scribbles on his note furiously, noting almost everything the professor was saying. "Miss Tanner!" Professor McGill's voice booms over the class like thunder. I flinch, realising she called my name.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

A rare chase figure popped out of my blind box and somehow bound itself to me through an empathy link. Two days later, the doll vanished. During class, I suddenly felt two warm hands stroking my neck. A shiver ran through me. Damn it! Whoever has my empathy doll is putting their hands all over it. Before I could react, those hands slid lower and squeezed my breasts. A rush of tingling pleasure flooded my body. I reached out to stop them without thinking. The sudden movement made the cold, serious young professor at the front of the room turn to look at me. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the formula on the board. "Dalia, come and solve it." I had barely taken two steps when a fing

During these two minutes, the last expected member, Professor McGonagall, entered the staff meeting room and took her seat, beside Erik. "Good to see you join us, Professor McGonagall. How is your student?" Erik asked the Professor that had just sat, and started to serve her a cup of tea. He finished the serving and offered the woman the cup. "Thank you, Lord Ravenclaw." Professor McGonagall thanked her 'boss' for the offered cup of tea and took a sip. She then let out a sigh and replied to him. *sigh* "He is resting right now. Madam Pomfrey will have to plan a treatment that better suits his needs."

There were only ten minutes left until the class was over, and she doubted he would be able to teach them anything in that amount of time. But this was Professor Grey. He wasn't ordinary, so his methods weren't either. The door opened without warning, everyone fell into a hushed silence, the students' heads snapping towards it, and they waited patiently as Professor Grey casually strolled in, his back ramrod straight and his gaze firmly fixed on the podium. Maya couldn't help but admire the perfection of his dark curls which framed his angular face beautifully and the way his black suit accentuated each sharp line of his body.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE🔞 ~DAPHNE~ “Enough of this drama. Come suck my dick, Ginger kitty,” Professor Fox grinned, pulling down his shorts. I looked at him with bloodshot eyes, before slowly standing up to my feet. “No!” “No?” He cocked a brow at me. “You know the consequences of the answer right? All I have to do is post your videos online and the whole school will see them. You would be kicked out, and even worse, everyone will be disgusted by you including your little mate,”

I had heard from some friends that our new English professor was a stickler about being on time and I didn't want to get on his bad side on the first day back. Busying myself taking out my notebooks and pencils I didn't really pay attention as the professor walked in, that was of course until he spoke. Eyes wide I looked up in time to find none other than Travis standing at the head of the classroom clipboard in hand. It seemed that the moon goddess had even more tricks to play on me, not only was Travis my mate, but now it seemed he was also my new English professor.

Her dark long hair was tied to the back, showing off her features and her intimidating blue eyes. "I wasn't staring," I said . Lena raised a brow. "Sure. And I wasn't just watching Xavier practically destroy his opponent." At the mention of his name, my eyes shifted to the center of the field. The professor was sparring with another elite student, his movements were precise. He moved like a shadow, as he effortlessly dodged strikes before countering with speed. "Why do you students call him by his name?" I asked. "You mean Xavier?" "Yes.... he's your professor, I thought we should address him as such." I continued.