HP Thirty-Five Owls

Dumbledore:

My memory may be off, but I believe the exact wording might be something along the lines of "You pompous, infuriating bastard, prudish bastard with goddamn superiority, pretending to be humble Hypocrites – no, don’t give me your candy.” I’m not even drunk.

Then again, I'm the one who's been locked in a cabin for the rest of my life, wandless, and going mad.Is my memory really reliable?I think you're going to tell me now that the memories I use to comfort myself every night are fake.I've never run my fingers through your hair, I've never seen your face light up when black magic flashes over the tip of your wand.Then you're probably going to tell me that you didn't scream from the bottom of your throat during orgasm, and that I didn't pin you down on that old oak table and possess you while Aberforth was out.

Go on, taunt me with Transfiguration articles.Now I can no longer use magic.Laugh at me with your big nose—who interrupted it, anyway?Another one trying to drain those hot breaths from your body?

Gellert Grindelwald

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emmm...

I believe Gellert did it on purpose ha!