It is Nicolas Flamel's after a night of rousing debates, funny childhood stories and admittedly a few drinks, Albus Dumbledore is feeling good.
After it slips his mind, Nicolas decides to ask his good, and very smart, friend Albus how old he is.
At this point Dumbledore has dropped his restraints and has drank five glasses of butterbeer, three glasses of firewhiskey, one glass of nettle wine with dinner and currently working on his second glass of mead. By the time that Nicolas had made his way up to him Albus was telling anyone who would listen, and a few who weren't, about how he never meant to hurt Arianna and how he carried his grieve with him everyday.
Clapping his friend on the back, the philosopher cleared his throat "this is embarrassing, and I know you'll probably think this is a stupid question but, do you know how old I am? I mean after a few centuries I just stopped paying attention, it was just another year older right to me and" the alchemist continued to ramble off excuses as Dumbledore continued to sob. "I never meant to get her involved! I deserved every word Aberforth ever said to me at the funeral." After another glass of firewhiskey each a few calming breaths, Albus turned to his friend. "Just how old are you now Nicolas?" "I don't know! That's why I asked you!" howled the philosopher.
The next day at breakfast, Albus Percival Wilfric Brian Dumbledore swore to never drink excessively again as he listened to the students of Hogwarts shout to be heard over each other.
Unlike his friend, Nicholas Flamel had out slept his hangover and finally remembered his age. Very triumphantly he sent Albus an owl to thank him for coming and that he was 649 years old.
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