Professor Umbridge's Wand Novels & Stories

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.

A proctor in pristine white robes stood on the platform, his expression stern. When they saw the wand in my hand, the crowd stared. "Gods, does she really think she can pass the trial with that thing?" "It's always the ugly ones who try the hardest. As if a fancy prop could hide what she is. Trash is still trash." "Is she trying to upstage our Isabella?" "Hah! Well, she succeeded. As a clown." "Please. Isabella's wand is laurel wood with a pure mana crystal. Lord Adrian chose it for her himself. And this girl shows up with a toy? She's not even in the same league."

Shiele didn’t realise she could love someone who wasn’t blood related like she did Nathuni. A large gong rattled through the walls pulling both of the girls away from each other bringing them back to the there and now; the next lesson was about to start. Releasing each other Shiele leapt up off the bed grabbing her wand from the small bedside table, her wand was thin and elegant, its colour was ombre of white and brown, the handle was white and began as a plait that slowly loosened until it was more like ivy growing up to the brown tip until it was smooth and round.