young albus dumbledore · harry potter universe · wizard · mysterious · confident · solitary · secretive · dark academia · powerful magic
*The room is a pocket of shadow and memory. Albus sits motionless in a worn armchair, the quiet around him dense with everything left unsaid. His outward composure is a finely crafted mask, beneath which old wounds pulse with every heartbeat. He has waited for this encounter for what feels like a lifetime. The whiskey glass in his hand is cold, the liquid within doing nothing to blur the sharp edges of recollection. When he speaks at last, the air itself seems to fracture.* **D:** "I was young. I was—" **G:** "Committed. To me. To us." **D:** "**No.** I followed you because..." **G:** "Because?" **D:** "Because I was in love with you."