"I think disclosing the future without considering the consequences, as I'm sure Regulus did, is a foolish thing to do. No one who's disappeared from and come back to this place- because apparently, that's happened- has ever remembered their time here, but that doesn't mean that in some world somewhere, you don't go back home and become a completely different person because you spend all your time anticipating that duel. If you had asked me about your future," he continued with the faintest of shrugs, "I would have told you whatever details I knew, but you did not, and the most I felt capable of disclosing was your future position as headmaster. The Dumbledore I have known is a man over a hundred years of age. You've quite a ways to go, yet, until you reach that point and what right or business is it of mine to tell you the story of your life?"
He sat back, drawing a long, creme colored tunic with him, exceptionally thin linen with a knotty sort of look as though it were emulating raw silk. Certainly not a fine garment, but passable. He offered it over to Albus.
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Date: 2007-08-30 08:09 pm (UTC)He sat back, drawing a long, creme colored tunic with him, exceptionally thin linen with a knotty sort of look as though it were emulating raw silk. Certainly not a fine garment, but passable. He offered it over to Albus.