The Dungeons

You awful bitch.

You do realise that I'll eventually discover how to unward the liquor cabinet. Or decide to Apparate to Oddbins.

S.

I thought you could use a project for the day. Much more enticing than merely Apparating.

F.

I utterly despise you.

Huber's Refractive Charm? Really? You might have tried harder.

S.

Keep going, Severus. You're still many, many wards away from your whisky.

And you're welcome. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

F.

Professor Dumbledore, thank you for coming. And so promptly.

Please... Can I get you anything? An aperitif?

I think it's a little late for tea, although of course if you would prefer...

Just a touch more.

*splash of wine*

Dinner was lovely.

I was beginning to think you weren't coming.

Dear Minerva,

I'm writing to you from SeverusHarry and Draco's front hallway, because I'm afraid if I wait until I get back to the Forest I'll forget, or I won't have any ink, or something like that. Anyway, we, by which I mean Harry and Draco Malfoy and I, would like a favor.

We're putting together a fund for Gryffindor families who want to withdraw their children from Hogwarts. Obviously, we'd prefer the money to go to people who actually need it. I'm sure I could figure out how to manage the whole business, but I don't want to, and, honestly, I'm sure you'd do it better. Would you mind? I'm sure Draco Malfoy will sort out a Gringott's account or something, and we'll put money in it. You don't need to worry about that. You just need to sort out how to give it away.

At all events, you know where to find me. Though I'm thinking of accepting Harry's offer and going to live in a splendid Country Home, with a Park. I've conjured an excellent bed, but my invisible roof keeps leaking, and it's getting cold. I'll let you know if I decide to move.

This phoenix, by the way, is called Vega. She belongs to Draco. Isn't she lovely?

Be well, my dear.

Albus