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[kilted]

Ron wasn't much for sneaking out of bed after-hours,
but he just had to see that mirror again. He had never
been so happy as he was the night Harry showed it to him.

The room wasn't hard to find. It wasn't even hidden at all,
really. From the outside it looked like it would be noting
more that just another closet. But at Hogwarts appearances
were almost always deceiving, as everyone quickly learned.

Closing the large wooden door behind him, Ron turned to move
across the room. Almost immediately he ran into something very
solid and fell back against the door, banging his head loudly.

"Ouch!" he cried out in a loud whisper. "Bloody h..."

"I suggest you refrain from finishing that sentence, Mr. Weasley,
if you wish for Gryffindor to keep it's current number of points."

"Ahh!" yelled Ron, looking up to see none other than the headmaster
himself. Ron swallowed hard. "Um, good evening Professor Dumbledore, sir."

"I dare say it should be a good morning you're wishing me at the
present hour, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said as he offered Ron a hand.

"Er, yes." said Ron, taking his hand and standing. "Well, thank you
sir. I'll be heading back to the Tower now... Must have been sleep
walking or something. Won't happen again."

Dumbledore smiled slightly. "See that it doesn't. And incidentally,
it's no longer here anyway. Pleasant dreams."

Oh... okay. Good night, sir."

Albus Dumbledore, Ron decided that night, was easily the
single most unsettling person he had met in his entire life.

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Wotcher, Watchers!

There. A nice long entry
to make up for me being
a complete slacker lately.
And also my first go at
Dumbledore. I really like
him. He's insane.

Anyway- suggestions for
future entries are entirely
welcome just now. I think my
brain may be fried on account
of this heat. Guh. It's awful.

Thanks in advance!

Later-days.♥