Professor Umbridge's Wand Novels & Stories

It was the shimmery white powder from the cauldron in the secret room. Tom frowned, confused. What am I supposed to do with them? Sprinkle them on the mist like Tinkerbell? “If the mist comes at you, throw it at them,” Suzanne said quietly, taking her place next to Vlad. He looked at her and gave her a silent nod. She did likewise and whipped out her wand. The metallic wand extended to more than a foot long. “Use it wisely!” one of the twins warned Tom. “We don’t have much left, Thomas spilt most of it!”

Being the librarian doesn't give him the pass to every existential knowledge—or does it? "We will look through some objects in here." She directs towards the projection screen, the slide changing. She shows us through several ones, some looking like a ball, some like a spear, some like a Harry Potter's wand and some looking like a porcupine's bigger version. Lol. I take notes as I would probably forget about them. If I want to win, I need to take the classes seriously. Well, that is what my jerk of a trainer said. Everything said in the class matters, that's what he quotes in his heavy, extremely serious voice. Emphasis on serious. My hand keeps scripting the names and descriptions in a doct

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

So, I shouted one spell out loud, and it worked. ‘But only witches can use wands, so how is this possible?’ Leon asks. I take the wand from my pocket, whirl it around, and point at a shrub, ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I say, and we watch as nothing happens. I pass the wand to Gianna. ‘Inferno Flamo?’ she says. Again, nothing happens. ‘Why does it only work for May?’ I ask. Nina takes the wand. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ She says, and a gigantic ball of flame appears and flies fiercely through the air over a mountain. We hear the impact in the distance, causing a touch of smoke to rise into the sky.

Once I sat down, the first thing I noticed was the folder beside Professor Reed’s hand. That helped. The restaurant sat beside the university art museum and looked more like a faculty club than a date spot: dark wood tables, low lamps, tall windows facing the campus clock tower, and professors speaking quietly over wine. Professor Reed followed my gaze to the folder. “Don’t worry. I do have questions.” I set my bag aside. “Dr. Ford said you had concerns about the implementation details.”

I heard from the stairway as some of the witches came pouring down the stairs, led by the guy who shot me a couple of weeks ago. He was also carrying a gun again and some of the witches had wands in their hands. I knew witches didn’t always need wands when casting spells, but they helped make the spells more powerful and deadly. Esmeralda picked up the gun and pointed it at Lucias, while the witch with the glasses pointed his gun at me, though his hand was trembling. “Take another step closer and he will die,” Esmeralda growled to them. “Esmeralda?” One of the women said with huge eyes, staring at Esme like she had seen a ghost. “How… what?”

“Hmm. He told me to pick a place so what do you think is the best place to go for a vacation now?” I thought over it for some second before a place clicked in my head. I leaned forward to tell her about it but something caught my attention behind her, in the distance. The back of the man looked familair and when he turned around, my heart almost raced out of my chest. Professor Marison was walking toward a table and behind him was a woman who looked to be around his age. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and a nice smile. I could not help but eye the way her white short dress fit her slim and curvy build.

"You coming? We're grabbing food." Jessica twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes darting to Jerome. "Professor Laurent," she purrs, "are we free to go?" Jerome doesn't even look at her. His gaze lands on me. "Almost." The room goes quiet. Then he pushes off the desk and walks slow, deliberate until he's standing over my ruined sketch. His shadow swallows the paper. "Care to explain this, Miss Veldt?" I swallow. "It's... abstract."

Allison asks her, arms crossed and flames practically coming out of her ears as she stares at her friend in anger. “Um, well, the one he assigned?” she responds, though it sounds more like a question than anything. Elizabeth is staring at Allison in terror, her hands shaking slightly. “He did not assign anything today, elizabeth. Its the last day of school. We just finished our final exams.” Allison's words are angry as she steps towards Elizabeth slowly. I lean back in my chair and groan silently. “Girls.'' At once, the entire room of girls stares directly at me. This is the class with no boys in it.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.