FIC! entry 6
October 13th, 1952

Gellert--

And again the thirteenth is peaceful. These have been good years for England. Quiet. Thank you for your letter. You retain, I see, that talent for poetry that so sparkled your conversation in your youth.

I will not apologize for what was necessary. You had to be removed from power, kept from harming the world, and seeing as I am a self-righteous old dingbat, I would not have murdered you. I'm even getting in a bit of gray myself, to properly look the part. And yet it saddens me, to think of a mind and talent as brilliant as yours wasting away in taffy days.

I think you deserve to know, though, Gellert, in confidence, of my intentions for what I won from you in that duel. (I admit to agreeing with you in your desire for circumspect wording, given the nature of it.) I intend to take it with me to my grave. If I can succeed in breaking its bloody history...well, like I said, self-righteous old dingbat.

This is one of those peculiar cases in which I'm unable to anticipate your reaction, I must admit.

I must make one more apology though--if your intent was indeed to teach me Russian geography, I'm afraid you quite failed, as I was far too distracted at the time to pay proper attention. I find it odd, though--we knew each other for perhaps two months, and I admit the passion was intriguing, yet you write on it so often.

I suppose there is nothing that can be done about the behavior of those guards? It kindled quite a righteous old codger outrage.

I must to work.

With thanks,


Albus Dumbledore

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