[there's a small sound of contentment, the sounds of stretching, and a little thud as Albus throws down his quill, and picks up the journal to dictate]
If there is a line, I think I crossed it quite a while ago. I feel like I haven't spoken to my friends in ages! [can you hear the smile, and slight guilt in his voice?] Purely my fault, I'm afraid
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