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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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[killerbaseball]

You do seem ill.

Rest well, for your own sake.

[prof_bumblebee]

I think I may just be tired, but I will certainly get some rest for a day or so.

[killerbaseball]

If I may say, once you reach a certain age... You can never be too careful.

[prof_bumblebee]

So I've been told. One would think after I'd lived a century I would start to heed such advice.

[killerbaseball]

A century? My, what an achievement.

[prof_bumblebee]

It passes more quickly than you'd think.