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It has been many years since Minerva met Albus. Many years and many hardships have passed them by, but they held on, knowing that there would always come a time of peace.
She sighs inaudibly as she studies his worried frown; hunched at his desk with shoulders bearing the weight of the heavens, he hardly looks like the strong man she knows him to be.
She doesn't know him as well as she'd like. She wishes she did, but she doesn't. She yearns to know the brooding man behind those smiling blue eyes, she wishes to meet the energetic soul that lingers beneath the surface. She should know him. They had been through so much together; pillars of strength to one another in times of hardship.
She had shared many things with her beloved Headmaster; calm walks around the grounds, quiet evenings by the magical fireplace in his quarters, warmth on cold Winter nights...
He knows everything about her; how she refuses to drink any tea that isn't derived from the Muggle concoction called "Earl Gray," how she is as stubborn as a mule when it comes to confrontations, what her hopes for Hogwarts are, how many times she's had to remind professors to not transform students into animals.
And yet, she knows close to nothing about Albus. Every time she asks him about his life before Hogwarts, a dark look passes over his face and the smile disappears from his eyes.
So she doesn't ask. She just holds her tongue and loves the man before her for who he is now.
Because she knows that she loves him and that he loves her, and that's all that matters.