:Albus Percival Wulfric ... Brian Dumbledore
There is nothing ordinary about the man who enters the Mansion next. He is wearing purple robes patterned with silver stars and his hair and beard are silver and flowing. He hums something merry beneath his breath as he surveys the room beneath half-moon spectacles.
His nose is crooked, as if it had been badly broken (and it had, but he'll not tell you the story) and his eyes...his eyes are blue and piercing from beneath those glasses as they rove the place, curiously.
"And what manner of place is this, then?"
A serene smile crosses his lips and the corners of his eyes crinkle in mirth. "How do you do? My name is Albus Dumbledore."
Typist: Yes. Albus Dumbledore. From Harry Potter. Alive and kicking. HAVE AT him.
His nose is crooked, as if it had been badly broken (and it had, but he'll not tell you the story) and his eyes...his eyes are blue and piercing from beneath those glasses as they rove the place, curiously.
"And what manner of place is this, then?"
A serene smile crosses his lips and the corners of his eyes crinkle in mirth. "How do you do? My name is Albus Dumbledore."
Typist: Yes. Albus Dumbledore. From Harry Potter. Alive and kicking. HAVE AT him.