Who: Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald What: Discussing stuff.. >> Where: In their temporary home in Hogsmeade When: December 30th, 1995 Warnings/Status: Will change as needed/In progress
So his pursuit for Minister of Magic came up short--Albus Dumbledore had managed to secure a position in the Ministry, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to be exact, but his rise through the levels was slow, very remarkably slow considering his obvious and great intelligence. Granted it had only been some four months since his and Gellert's apparent arrival on this odd plane of existence and things had been chaotic for some month and a half before everyone just figured that they weren't going back anytime soon, and had just better make things as pleasant as they could. Thus, Albus had settled into a way of life that was familiar and routine and only a little dismaying by Gellert not lending a single hand in making things pleasant.
Dumbledore exhaled a soft sigh, tossed his book down onto the table and tiredly removed his feet from the propped up position they were in. Once they were on the floor again, he pushed himself to his feet warily and eyed his blonde friend from across the room. "Gellert," he said and sank back down after stretching, "have you gone through those books over there," he gestured to an obscure pile left abandoned on a small, rickety table. It didn't look like they'd been touched and really if they had, he was sure Gellert would be complaining from here till next Christmas. Biographies were sometimes one sided and horribly, horribly full of slander.