semi-sweet (open)
The plotting former dictator was taking a break from his plotting and dictating by spending the evening at the hotel bar. When his request for a cherry liquor, beer and soda mixture was unsatisfactory to his tastes, Gellert ordered a glass of Riesling, the white wine of his home land.
Overall, he was missing his youth, in Germany. Here in the village, he could not cultivate resources for himself, they were either provided, or not. It all seemed very infantile. He felt as he did in prison all those years, everything seemed like such a waste of time, even though he was dead and time had no real relevance anymore. But what was really annoying him, was that Albus wasn't speaking with him. In fact, he had been outright rude with his little older man charade. And so as an old friend ought to, Gellert was going to take it upon himself to remind Albus, who he was. He needn't pretend anymore, not with him. Being absent from his life for so long mattered little, Gellert know Albus Dumbledore best and soon he'd be able to remind him of that fact.
Overall, he was missing his youth, in Germany. Here in the village, he could not cultivate resources for himself, they were either provided, or not. It all seemed very infantile. He felt as he did in prison all those years, everything seemed like such a waste of time, even though he was dead and time had no real relevance anymore. But what was really annoying him, was that Albus wasn't speaking with him. In fact, he had been outright rude with his little older man charade. And so as an old friend ought to, Gellert was going to take it upon himself to remind Albus, who he was. He needn't pretend anymore, not with him. Being absent from his life for so long mattered little, Gellert know Albus Dumbledore best and soon he'd be able to remind him of that fact.