Old Fool
"You will aslo find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who...ask for it." Dumbledore said slowly.
I noticed his eyes were no longer resting on mine but past them. Cautiously turning my head around to follow his gaze, I already felt doubtful that there was nothing there but a rotting fireplace.
I glanced behind me and looked back to Dumbledore. Crazy blind fool probably couldn't tell the difference between an imp from a unicorn. No wonder Draco's grades are slipping; his headmaster is a pompous old man.
"Admirable sentiments," I said raising my eyebrows.