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[undeniablestyle]

An old man sits alone at a table, fingers steepled in front of his nose, contemplating a chessboard

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[killitwith_fire]

"Nice chess set," Axel comments, as he passes by.

[undeniablestyle]

Dumbledore looks up from where the chess pieces seem to be conferring among themselves about the game.

"Thank you," he says with a nod.

"They are indeed pleasant to pass an evening with."

[killitwith_fire]

"You any good?" he asks, mildly curious. A bit curious about the chess set, too, but Axel's seen those around here before.

[undeniablestyle]

Dumbledore nods.

"Very much so," he says, matter-of-factly.

"Of course, I have the benefit of many decades of practice."

[killitwith_fire]

Axel grins.

"Not me," he replies. "Never a knack for that kinda thing."

That's a lie, but it's a good one; he just grew up around people who were better at 'that kinda thing.' Of course, it is also true that his real talents are of a different sort.

[undeniablestyle]

"Indeed? Where is it that your knacks do lie?"

Everyone has a knack for something. It is a universal truth as far as Dumbledore is concerned.

[killitwith_fire]

"Mmmm~ Good question," Axel replies. "Well, I'm good with fire, for starters." It's not like it's a secret, or not obvious, or anything.