—currently nibbling open a kitkat to lick the meat—

And you would sulk for hours

He will survive, but he’ll be dramatic about it

Darling I’ve seen you eat the grass before like your life depended on it

Yup, seen Aurey do that one more than once.

—having a pint and a cigarette and enjoying the last moments of his Sunday—

—dramatic cat groan—

-sick jaguar sounds-

Then don’t go lying and saying you will force me —takes a sip—

You fucking wouldn’t -

Aurelius-

—makes a face, voice broken as can be, raspy— I’m fine.

—his fucking throat hurts and he can’t talk—

—he is letting himself inside @iuxtagen.bsky.social office, leaving a plate with dinner on his desk before laying down on the nearby couch— Eat up, Princess

That’s his long lost daughter or some shit

Not the Aurelius level daily crashout

—just chilling walking around—

You try and find him from the sky, Aurey and I take land —he’s already morphing—

… — the man might as well be picking up his soul from the floor— Shit. Cass.

Another one you mean. Go on

@iuxtagen.bsky.social —he’s walking in, carrying a flask— Listen, I know you are not in an amazing headspace, but you have to stop leaving your shit around or I’ll start thinking your grandpa’s dementia is catching up. Cologne in the corridor, really?

Oi! Dont say that about Aurey!

Just give it a wash

Now now rickie, be nice

Aaaand, there we go

It’s been quite sometime since I last saw rickon crash out, it was about time

I will rub myself against you like a cat till the stench soaks into your fucking bones

I did tell you to be careful, but the princess didn’t listen to me

… Isn’t that McGonagall’s ancient vase? You know, the one she gave to Rickon and formerly belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw?

It looks like that one time when you had one too many fried frog legs

It ain’t looking too well huh

Into a bowl, a fishbowl, the sorting hat. Anything but him.

Don’t. Vomit on the bathroom like a normal person

RIP

—he needs a nap—

And what does it mean, smart ass?

I am not —grins at him, satisfied and, quite honestly, happy—

Thank Merlin- he speaks, giving him a small smile- welcome back, Aurelius Dumbledore

There we go- he mumbles, more to himself than to Aurelius. Tapping into his former self through the shield he's put up can be quite tricky, like making an old machine roar to life, but Harlow being Harlow, he will always find a crack to sneak into

“nobody said you have to do it alone.” said while sipping his coffee.

We have survived one, and that will have to do.- he speaks, tilting his head- you think I like this job? You think my vocation and passion is teaching charms? I would love to be anywhere else, but I also know that if given the chance, I would not leave all this kids alone to face a war. I am many +

So what are you going to do? Leave the kids to lose a war and run to a lost corner of the world?- he speaks, standing next to his desk- stop complaining and do something, other than cower behind a million excuses.

Aurelius, let me be clear with you. You are the only chance these kids have. If breaking the rules weights more in your conscience than such a reality, I’m not saying I’d know the man I knew is dead, but sure as hell I’d know he’s running again

I am the calm and logic here.

Are you conveniently leaving out the fact that you saved her life and uncovered a death eater meeting spot or are you just genuinely forgetting that part?— he speaks, tilting his head— what do you think is going to happen to the kids if you step out? Last time, they sent Umbridge.

Kids, look away, the headmaster is about to have his morning crashout

“step down. ha. yeah. okay.” mid chew of his breakfast. goes back to reading the paper.

Aurelius you are not stepping down

Which you of course aren’t, so I’ll ask again, what’s the next step?

Okay, alright. So, next step?