"Do you mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all."
…
"You know, you look a lot like me."
"Yes, I know."
…
"The Herald of Good, that's what they call me."
"Me too, except maybe not with those exact words."
His eyes twinkled at the other.
"Indeed."
"You know, we're very alike. We've both got long white beards and are amazing at magyk."
"Though we only use it for the Greater Good."
"Oh. Yeah."
"But I'm better than anyone in my story, baring the heroes."
"No, you definitely have more power than them, you are just too humble to use them all the time."
"You're the same though. We both just keep on appearing, never dying."
"You invaded dreams."
"Indeed."
"But are we more powerful than the other?"
"Maybe."
"But who?"
"Let's find out."
They stood and faced each other, Gandalf raising his staff and Dumbledore drew his wand…