Late at night, a blizzard raged outside, yet the windows of the headmaster's office were still brightly lit. Dumbledore sat behind the desk in a high-backed chair, wearing pure white pajamas and a purple robe edged with gold, turning the pages of the latest issue of The Defense Guide by candlelight.
"How surprising. I never expected my good-for-nothing great-grandson to actually start a magazine, and its reputation seems quite decent," Phineas's lazy voice drifted from his portrait.
"Sirius is much more mature than he used to be, and he knows how to look after his friends better," Dumbledore said gently.
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