ยง Depths of the Mind
Albus Dumbledore
My office is a mess, and yet, my mind is too busy to take notice. Instead I reach for my hidden stash of Lemon Drops, safely tucked away from the findings of my successor. Absentmindedly I suck on the sweetly sour rock of sugar, allowing it to take my mind away from my problems, if only for a moment.
Alas, my troubles are too deep for even the sweets to help me. Instead I return to thinking about the problem. It was too soon, he should not have known yet, not until he finished Hogwarts and went on to further training. But now I will have to speed up the process, swiftly mold him before it is too late. If his rage were to extend beyond my office, I shudder to think what would happen.
He needed guidance, he needed training, but most of all, he needs to trust me. So that means I will need to get his trust back, after the ministry fiasco attaining that trust will prove difficult. If Voldemort had waited, maybe, another year, then I could deal with this, but my age seems to catching up with me, I am unable to wield the power I once could. Perhaps I should retire. I am certainly old enough, and the next in line is certainly able, but I can't do that. Not with the rising war, no, I must be at the reins of this war, no one else could possibly do the job. It is best I remain.
My hand is agitated; it appears that it's clawing at the empty space inside my candy stash. Oh well, looks like another trip into muggle London is in store for Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore
My office is a mess, and yet, my mind is too busy to take notice. Instead I reach for my hidden stash of Lemon Drops, safely tucked away from the findings of my successor. Absentmindedly I suck on the sweetly sour rock of sugar, allowing it to take my mind away from my problems, if only for a moment.
Alas, my troubles are too deep for even the sweets to help me. Instead I return to thinking about the problem. It was too soon, he should not have known yet, not until he finished Hogwarts and went on to further training. But now I will have to speed up the process, swiftly mold him before it is too late. If his rage were to extend beyond my office, I shudder to think what would happen.
He needed guidance, he needed training, but most of all, he needs to trust me. So that means I will need to get his trust back, after the ministry fiasco attaining that trust will prove difficult. If Voldemort had waited, maybe, another year, then I could deal with this, but my age seems to catching up with me, I am unable to wield the power I once could. Perhaps I should retire. I am certainly old enough, and the next in line is certainly able, but I can't do that. Not with the rising war, no, I must be at the reins of this war, no one else could possibly do the job. It is best I remain.
My hand is agitated; it appears that it's clawing at the empty space inside my candy stash. Oh well, looks like another trip into muggle London is in store for Albus Dumbledore.