Well, things had been going acceptably. Even the fairly drastic situation with the truth-compelling chocolates and the Hogwarts intranet had been salvageable.
Therefore, he sauntered through the halls of Hogwarts at what might safely be considered an ungodly, singing a
jaunty song with gusto. The kitchen was his planned destination, a snack was
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He sat in a dimly lit corner of the kitchen, as still as a statue. Blue eyes were distant, unfocused as he did a bit of psychic rearranging. After over nine hundred years, a periodic tidying up was in order. The only indication that he was even aware of his surroundings was the steaming mug that he would sometimes raise to his lips.
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"Feeling better?"
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"I'm in full control over my own tongue," he said, trying not to clench his jaw. "And no one else has used my mind for a playground for days. It makes me feel almost neglected."
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He rose, setting his cup on the heavy marble counter. "That's why I kept it with me."
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There was a brief pause as he recalled the distressed, wordless presence in the depths of the Master's mind. "At least on a complete level. But why now? You could have gone with my future self. He would have done it gladly."
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He rested one elbow on the counter. "How exactly do you propose to do that?"
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"Would I welcome you in? Yes. Without defenses? Absolutely not. We've spent too many lifetimes trying to hurt or kill each other for me to not keep up some basic protections."
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