Albus Dumbledore (
chambermusicandtenpins) wrote2019-11-19 08:33 pm
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[He tries to stand against the sadness, pitching his voice alluringly. He is a siren calling Albus to sea.]
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The past is not nonexistent when a war waits for us the second we go home.
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[It could be. The possibilities are endless and he wants to direct Albus's attention away from that war. Their war.]
Imagine this is our new beginning. What do you need from me?
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[He shuts his eyes a moment, picturing it as Gellert wishes him to, and yet there are so many unknowns that would worm through him. Such as:]
I'd need to know what exactly you've been telling Credence Barebone.