who: Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore what: An aged-down Albus seeks out an old friend where: Starting in Gellert's hut when: Just after this rating: Low to start status: Incomplete, Closed.
Albus knew what had happened. It was all there, somewhere in his head. But it was muddled and blurred and chopped together like a bad dream. Not like anything real. Certainly not like anything which had happened to him. Just something which, upon waking, could be brushed under the carpet and ignored in the bright light of day.
So that was what he did. He pushed it to the back of his mind and pulled the coat closer to his slender frame as he hurried over the cold earth. Albus' feet automatically led him to where he vaguely remembered his friend to be staying, the huts creeping up towards him like wooden sculptures against the pale evening light. It felt important that he see Gellert. Not that it wasn't always important with Gellert, of course, but it felt especially so today. If just to wash the last few remnants of that bad dream away.
Although, if he was honest, Gellert's reaction over the worn pages of the journal hadn't been particularly a reassuring start.
Albus strode over the last short distance, already glancing around for that familiar shock of pale hair. When he finally did spot it, it was with a lurch of his stomach and quickening of his heart which was all too familiar. Without much prompting, a sharp and easy smile unfurled across Albus' face, the shadows of the future driven from his mind as he picked up his pace.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked, nodding towards the ramshackle structure as he approached. "I'm sure we could find a way to move your cot somewhere warmer."