[video]

[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

Comments

[darklycharming]

You look as if you are in need of a healer, Albus...

[prof_bumblebee]

I am just overtired, I'm afraid. A day or two's rest should help.

[darklycharming]

Somehow I don't believe you.

[prof_bumblebee]

Is it so strange to be tired by running a school in the midst of a war, Gellert?

[darklycharming]

That hand is not mere tiredness.

[prof_bumblebee]

My hand has been this way for nearly a year, I'm afraid. It has little to do with my current state. [Now he's really lying.]

[darklycharming]

So I've seen. But it hasn't healed.

Do you think you can so easily fool me? Perhaps you have been wearied by age... but even so.

[prof_bumblebee]

[There's a small pause; Dumbledore knew if there anyone he wouldn't be able to fool, it would be Gellert and Denzel.]

It is nothing for you to worry over. My hand has not healed but I doubt it ever will; still, it has not grown worse since it became this way.

[darklycharming]

You're still keeping secrets, aren't you. You haven't changed all that much.

[prof_bumblebee]

[He wears a small, sad smile]

Would you really expect me not to have any secrets at all, Gellert?

[darklycharming]

Not you, no.

We're so opposite in some ways.

[prof_bumblebee]

We are. Or else things would not have ended up as they have.

But as far as my hand is concerned, it is nothing worth worrying over.

[darklycharming]

Hm. Well, if you do need any help, you can ask me. Perhaps an experimental spell or potion...

[prof_bumblebee]

I thank you for the offer, but I think I am alright.