Professor Umbridge's Wand Mga Nobela at Kwento

But then she spotted Professor McClone walking down the corridor, and her plans swiftly changed. "Professor McClone!" Adeline called out, her voice filled with a mix of determination and desperation. Professor McClone turned, a hint of curiosity on his face. "Adeline! What brings you here? Were you looking for something... or someone?" he asked, his tone laced with subtle amusement. "I was looking for Professor Wellesley," Adeline replied, her voice firm and resolute. Professor McClone's expression turned knowing, his eyes sparkling with understanding. "Ah, Sebastian's tied up in a meeting with the other professors, discussing the upcoming event," he explained.

Female. A professor. Not a handler. Not the military mages who branded my bones with binding runes or taught me how to focus claw through steel. This one wore Obscura. Robes of upper faculty. Not ceremonial, but practical, decorated with power wards woven into the sleeves. She was holding something in her hand. A rune prism, perhaps. It was glowing, flickering violet and silver as she stepped toward me. “...stabilization sequence is incomplete. You’ll burn out the anchor.”

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

The woman held out her magic wand. At the end of the magic wand there was a red light. Slowly but surely, the red light turned into flames. She turned the magic wand and hit it on the prince's body. She was very surprised to see her magic wand bounce back at her. "Don't hide behind your protectors, coward man." She looks very angry.

’ I ask in awe. Mother nods her head. I take the wand from the box, hold it to the light, inspect it, and nod. ‘Thanks, Mum, I love it,’ I say and hug her. ‘Let’s try it out,’ she says and sits next to the spellbook and candle next to the floor. I sit back in front of the candle. Instead of using the spell to dim the flame, I try the opposite spell to make the small flame light up my whole chamber, ‘Illumini,’ I say, slowly waving the wand over it.

I ask when they've finished tying me up. "So you don't knock it backwards when you're squirming," Nathan answers with a smirk. Nathan sits on the bed behind me, his leather clad legs on both sides of the chair so he has access to me with the wand. It's plugged into the wall and Nathan turns it on. I see why it's called a violet wand, it's got purple electricity going up through the middle which looks so pretty. Marcus dims the lights and stands in front of my with his arms across his chest.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

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.

he said with that lustful look he always got in his eyes whenever he wanted me. I knew that my face turned red as I walked away from the car and towards whatever class I had this morning. The class I had this morning was Dark Arts and Forbidden Magic. The professor taking us was a woman who looked strange with wild red hair and pale blue eyes. She resembled someone I knew. I looked around the class and saw that Leia was nowhere to be seen. But I could see her two blonde minions giving me very dirty looks. “That’s her, the girl that kicked Leia’s ass,” I heard someone whisper.

Isla’s POV I froze. I definitely wasn’t affected by his words. But then goosebumps lined my skin. Heat built low in my belly and my thighs clenched together instinctively. If I wasn’t affected by his dirty way of talking, why then was my body betraying me? I cleared my throat. “You are my professor sir and I’m nothing but a student. I don’t think there’s anything I would be able to offer you.” I completely ignored the part where he mentioned the night before.