The way the lines around Dumbledore's eyes looked was the way bedrock looked after a thousand years' worth of water had carved crevices into it. The ridges and wrinkles stood out like the contours of a fingerprint pressed into wet clay. This wasn't a man- it was living stone. Secretly, Snape had always wanted to see the slightest fissure split the statue that was Albus Dumbledore, but only if he could be the one to initiate the crack. In his anger, Dumbledore seemed more resilient than ever. "'Large scale.'" Snape repeated quietly. "Large enough to warrant some action on-" Hesitation before he decided on the next word, "our part?"