"Oh, you're here, Severus. Care for something to drink?" Dumbledore raised his cup of overly sweet black tea. Grindelwald leaned against a nearby sofa, arms crossed over his chest. "Just get it over with, this is such a nuisance."
Snape sat opposite Dumbledore, his eyes hollow and lifeless like stagnant pools of water. "Did you really just let her go handle everything on her own?"
Dumbledore chuckled softly, setting down his teacup. "We trust Cyrus, and you trust her too, don't you, Severus? She'll be fine."
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