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shaelia October 20 2021, 01:23:45 UTC
It's generally pretty easy to hate on the headmaster in this fic, til you see something like the man falling asleep with his beard in his food. At moments like that, it's all too apparent that I was sorted into Hufflepuff. I just can't maintain any anger at him for long whenever I'm reminded of his age, or his hand, or that he's generally doing what he thinks is right. That his "right" and mine don't fully align doesn't change that he's so very human. I love that you were able to hit a balance (how Slytherin of you, Ginger!) between douchecanoe and elderly leader of the light ( ... )

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