:Albus Percival Wulfric ... Brian Dumbledore

[thelifeandlies]

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

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[justabartender]

"Mm. Albus."

[thelifeandlies]

"Aberforth." He greets, amiably (but it's hard to hide the tension, the guilt).

[justabartender]

"Back on your feet, then?"

[thelifeandlies]

"Indeed. And how are you?"

[justabartender]

"Well enough."

[thelifeandlies]

"Good to hear, of course."

[justabartender]

"And you?"

[thelifeandlies]

"Quite well. Quite well."

A pause.

"Ariana...sends her love." And he's either made a mistake or said the right thing, for once in his life.

[justabartender]

Another pause. "Does she?"

[thelifeandlies]

"Yes." He whispered. "Mother and Father too. But I thought you'd like to hear Ariana's bit first."

"You were her favorite, after all."

[justabartender]

"Hm. Well." Almost a smile. "Thanks."

[thelifeandlies]

"Of course." Dumbledore promised. And his eyes twinkled some.

[justabartender]

"By the way, the right side won. If you didn't know."

[thelifeandlies]

And his eyes sparked more, and he smiled. "I never doubted Harry for a moment."

"Thank you. For keeping an eye on him."

[justabartender]

"'M'in the Order, aren't I?"

[thelifeandlies]

He chuckled. "Quite."