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[prof_bumblebee]

[Dumbledore is sitting at his desk looking somewhat ill. His injured hand is still as gruesome as it ever was, but he seems pale and tired. In front of him are scattered papers, mostly seeming to concern a cave that Dumbledore must be studying.

Dumbledore gives a weak little smile.]Even though final exams are about to be inflicted on the poor

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[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel stands in the doorway of his tent looking over at Albus at his desk. Not bothering to comment from his book. Staring at the other man greatly concerned and studying Albus's face debating if it's worth asking him what is wrong. Feel the stare travel across the room]

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[prof_bumblebee]

[He can sense that stare. He wears a small smile and turns towards Crocker.]

Hello, Denzel.

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[crackpotcrocker]

Albus. [There's worry in his voice and raises a brow at the small smile because Albus doesn't look or sound good or rather normal. Crocker slowly approaches the desk and staring Albus in the eyes. I've known you for 2 years and lived with you for five months of those two years]

What's wrong? [Yes, Albus he's really wondering if you're lying with that smile]

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[prof_bumblebee]

[Dumbledore still smiles, because he's past the point of hedging around the truth and is into the territory of outright lying.]

Running a school is taking a toll on an old man, I'm afraid. I suppose it does not help that it is during wartime as well.

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[crackpotcrocker]

Is there anything I can help you with, Albus? [Looks down onto the desk]
Prehaps, sorting your papers?

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[prof_bumblebee]

[Dumbledore shakes his head, smiling; he doesn't want to let Denzel know that those papers may indicate He Is About to Go Do Dangerous Things.]

I think for right now I will rest and that will be all I need. But I appreciate your offer.

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[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel looks sad and distressed. He wants to do something for Albus the other man has done so much for him]

Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you, Albus?

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[prof_bumblebee]

I would appreciate your company if you wouldn't mind staying around. But otherwise I think I am quite fine.

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[crackpotcrocker]

[Of course he doesn't. With a flick of his wand magically pulls over a chair to sit opposite, Albus. Taking a seat, hunching forward like always and is silent. Looking at the other man before his eyes go back to what Albus is doing]

What sort of papers are these? [Just small talk]

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[prof_bumblebee]

[He smiles as Crocker sits with him.]

They're research. I've been trying to find where Lord Voldemort keeps his most valued possessions.

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[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel gives Albus a smile, even if it is creepy]

Possessions? What sort of possessions?

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[prof_bumblebee]

Possessions such as his soul.

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[crackpotcrocker]

His soul?! Do go on.