Here's another oh-so-convenient oneshot by me. Enjoy. Review. Please.

Another day at the Pub. Would this one be as dull as the last? A few of my regulars would come - drunk gamblers, criminals, and Mundungus Fletcher - and they would ramble on about their dull, unimportant lives. As if I cared about their struggles. I had my own to deal with.

And if it was a really aweful day for me, my brother would stop by as well. Albus, the wise one, the noble one, the greedy one who had caused my every problem. He had cast Arianna away, and he had caused her death. And what was more important to him than his own family? His knowledge, his nobility, his crazy dreams and another madman he had fallen in love with. Everything in Albus's mind centered around Albus in some way or another, and I was sick of it.

Sometimes I thought of killing him, but the thought of Arianna stopped me. What would she have said, what would she think, if I were to end Albus's life. She had loved him, and almost as much as she had loved me.

I didn't really want him to be gone, though. Truth be told, I enjoyed hearing his impossible schemes, his wild thoughts and the things that he said just to make me hate him less. He was my brother, after all, however much I denied the fact. And he was my best customer, apart from Mundungus.

As much as I hated to admit it, I loved having his company. He was my only real companion, apart from the goats I so cherished. I think he knew that. He sure did use it to his advantage when he angered me. Of course, he never was fond of the goats. He never saw their beauty or the advantage of having animals that didn't have judging minds or taste buds. Goats would never harm me. That was why I kept them. They were always ready to be near me, regardless of my grumbling.

I did like Albus, but to me he seemed to be a fool. He used people to meet his own ends. He was a manipulator. Nobody saw through him. Nobody but me. I was the only one who knew him, and I knew him all too well. He never seemed to truly love anyone. Did he love me, as he should have? How was I to know? Nobody really could. But I accepted him regardless, lived near him, tried not to talk to anyone about his hidden past.

I drew the blinds of the Hog's Head. He was coming already, still dressed in his nightclothes. I had to laugh. I prepared a drink for him. He wasn't as terrible as he could be, and he did give me lemon drops for Christmas...