FIC! entry 21
December 25th, 1981
Albus--
I seem to be acquiring a habit of writing at Christmas. Very well, merrymaking and festivities for all, twine the holly and the ivy, etcetera, etcetera. Are people making that oh-so-common mistake of confusing good cheer with goodness?
I've heard wild stories. Apparently your Dark Lord was defeated by a one-year-old baby? I think you dragged your feet on this one, Albus, and you didn't even have a reason.
But there I go again. After all these years, one might think I'd grow tired of mocking you. But you invite it so obligingly! And I will never quite cease to be angry at you. You seem to have confused that with hatred more than once.
The Voldemort boy--no, but I suppose he isn't a boy anymore, is he? He must be, what, at least forty by now? Not dead yet? Get off and finish the job, Dumbledore. Isn't that what you do?
As to remorse? That is between myself and myself. Wavy shadow of Gellert in the grimy narrow window--that's his concern. Just as your burden of guilt is your business.
Gellert Grindelwald
I feel like I'm...slipping, a little. Partially the writing overload, partially the sleep-dep. Feel a little off the mark. But...bravely onwards! For GOATS! Revision later is my friend.
My fortune: "Tonight will be a lucky night." + in bed! BUT I'M NOT SLEEPING! and I don't have time to have sex. :/
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Albus--
I seem to be acquiring a habit of writing at Christmas. Very well, merrymaking and festivities for all, twine the holly and the ivy, etcetera, etcetera. Are people making that oh-so-common mistake of confusing good cheer with goodness?
I've heard wild stories. Apparently your Dark Lord was defeated by a one-year-old baby? I think you dragged your feet on this one, Albus, and you didn't even have a reason.
But there I go again. After all these years, one might think I'd grow tired of mocking you. But you invite it so obligingly! And I will never quite cease to be angry at you. You seem to have confused that with hatred more than once.
The Voldemort boy--no, but I suppose he isn't a boy anymore, is he? He must be, what, at least forty by now? Not dead yet? Get off and finish the job, Dumbledore. Isn't that what you do?
As to remorse? That is between myself and myself. Wavy shadow of Gellert in the grimy narrow window--that's his concern. Just as your burden of guilt is your business.
Gellert Grindelwald
I feel like I'm...slipping, a little. Partially the writing overload, partially the sleep-dep. Feel a little off the mark. But...bravely onwards! For GOATS! Revision later is my friend.
My fortune: "Tonight will be a lucky night." + in bed! BUT I'M NOT SLEEPING! and I don't have time to have sex. :/
[entry in the Grindeldore for Goats Blogathon Venture; sponsor me here!]