Theodore leaned back on his arms. Dumbledore was an extraordinary wizard. Even Nero Nott admitted to that fact, so it was entirely possible that the headmaster had found a way to cheat death. Theodore resisted the urge to poke Dumbledore again just to make sure.

On the other hand, Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again in that mischievous way only the headmaster seemed to be able to pull of. Theodore frowned, unsure of what to think. "I'm not dead either, right? Because if this is the afterworld or anything equally ridiculous and we start off by you pulling my wand - I'm not amused!" Unfortunately, his weak voice deluded the stern impression Theodore intended to give his words.

Beside, he thought with a wry smile, he already thought Dumbledore mad. He should be prepared for anything the headmaster would confront him with. He thought.