Albus Dumbledore (![]() ![]() @ 2021-06-24 10:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: albus dumbledore, character: james s. potter |
RP: Albus & Jamie
Who: Albus Dumbledore and Jamie Potter
What: Things are getting back to normal
Where: The library
When: April 24, mid morning
It had been a long twelve days. The transfiguration professor had spent most of it working, helping as and when requested. That had mainly translated into research, although his beloved school had proven itself surprisingly inadequate when it came to keeping records of bird infestations. Albus thought that may be something for them to look into, all things considered.
He'd stepped into the hospital wing now and then, usually with a bundle of papers or supplies. There had always been people there. Sitting quietly next to one of the petrified patients, talking earnestly to those who were still awake. Even sat away from the beds, just quietly watching. A never ending stream of love and concern.
If he had allowed it, it might have made Albus feel a little lonely.
But he didn't, and so instead he went about his work quietly, diligently, until those who needed help had received it and the note of anxiety which had run through the castle and died away. Now Albus walked the stacks in the library on a quiet Thursday morning, carefully sliding books back into their places.
He'd amassed quite a collection in his rooms over the last few weeks - without a librarian sending him passive agressive reminders, the piles had built up almost without him noticing. It had taken a rather impressive bruise on his left shin to prompt him into returning said book mountains. Most of them had already been delivered safely home, and now Albus was returning the last volume to the Transfiguration section.
Placing 'The Fabric of Gold' back into it's place, Albus hesitated, his gaze drawn to a newer looking book a few inches to his right. Carefully, he slid it out, flipping it over to examine the cover before taking a couple of steps back, ending up perched on the edge of the table as he skimmed the contents page.