Grindelwald picks up art to while away his time in prison. Albus only wishes he would be more discreet.
1954
Fall 1954
Dear Albus
A thank you for these nice shackles you have sent me. I send in return my clumsy artistic efforts in commemoration of our long-standing friendship. I really did not want to be alone this summer. May I propose you send me one of those magic mirrors so we may communicate in a more intimate manner?
Your sincere admirer
Gellert Grindelwald
1st September 1954
Dear Gellert
Though it is a welcome break from all the venom you normally lace your letters with, I doubt I will comply with your request as the mirrors will be most distracting. Unlike you, some of us must work for our keep and I doubt I will be able to concentrate on my homework grading with you calling up every hour or so.
It is good to know you are exploring your sensitive side via art (or more correctly termed erotica). Though I will appreciate if your commemoration of that summer is not limited solely to our coupling. Is that the only thing you find worth remembering from that summer? What about the reading sessions under the linden trees, or the lazy afternoons in the meadow? Will also appreciate you not overloading your owls – the bird dropped your artwork all over my second-year class. Do you have any idea how much obliviating is required to avoid traumatizing an entire generation of students?
Not-so-much-an-admirer of yours
Albus Dumbledore
Fall 1954
Dear Albus
We were both young men then and blessed with the attendant virility of youth. In short, we were two horny young bucks. So yes, almost all the activities we started on that summer ended up with us fucking the heck out of each other. Apologies for the crudeness of the language used but I think we are past the polite conversation stage by now.
Gellert Grindelwald
P.S. Please find attached a charcoal sketch of you in the style of the Birth of Venus. Fond memories, no?
12th September 1954
Dear Gellert
Once more, please ensure your owls get the address right. I may be close to Minerva as in she-has-my-back type of close, but she does not need to see my dick in its full naked glory. Having a good eye for art, Minerva suggests that it might be beneficial for you develop your talent in this area. It might take your mind and energies off negative thoughts in favour of a more creative form of self-expression. You may also wish to explore more classical art themes such as landscapes and still-life before venturing into the area of abstract art.
Wait, do explore abstract art by all means. That way no one can differentiate who is who in your naughty paintings. Dadaism, cubism whatever. Will arrange for canvas, brushes, and paints to be sent towards your rehab.
Albus Dumbledore
Winter 1954
Dear Albus
Your early Christmas gifts received with much thanks. They have started a nice fire with the brushes and canvas in the courtyard. Let's face it. This art rehab is not working for me. I tried painting some rune-like symbols on my cell walls to add a little festive cheer, only to have the guards thrash me to within an inch of my life. I swear on my honour as a wizard that I was not trying to escape this round.
However, all was not lost as I did manage to complete one small painting. I hereby send you a little token of my affection and goodwill - a painting of myself nude a la St Sebastien. Your letters and little gifts bite more deeply than any arrow into my flesh each time without fail. Feel free to throw darts at it, you blighty prick.
Your dark wizard always
Gellert Grindelwald
P.S. Keep this one away from McGonagall, it is for your eyes only.
Author's Notes:
Gellert is just plain bored, so he is dabbling in art and creating potential embarrassment for Albus.
I once read an anecdote where a long-distance friendship between two early 20th century authors came to an awkward end due to the equivalent of modern sexting. One writer sent his counterpart a nude photo of himself posing as St Sebastian (possible gay icon) with some passionate verse. The problem was that the recipient had no idea their relationship had progressed from close confidant into the romantic realm. Ensuing embarrassment killed further letter exchanges. Let's hope A and G cope better.