Title: The Anniversary
Characters: Aberforth, Albus (no pairing)
wc: 100
"You've a ways to go if you're to catch up," Aberforth rasped. He kept his eyes on Ariana's portrait as Fawkes preceded his master into the room. Albus set his own bottle and glass on the table.
They drank steadily, wordlessly. On this day, their communication was often limited to the clink of glasses and heavy silences.
"It's wrong," he said suddenly, facing Albus for the first time. "Here we are two drunk old men. That bastard is drawing breath in Nurmengard. But there's nothing left of her."
Eyes closed, Albus bowed his head while Fawkes lowed a mournful note.
Originally posted at HP100 for the prompt drunk.