“What about you, Albus? Have you ever thought about retiring?” Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagnold, leaned back into the over-stuffed chair in her office. For a man like Albus Dumbledore, she didn’t sit behind the symbolic desk of importance. She sat in a chair beside him, as an equal and a friend.
The older man chuckled softly, his hands folded in his lap. “If there was ever a moment that I was no longer needed to ensure the security and best serve Hogwarts… ” He paused as a wistful smile took a moment on his mouth. “Then I would quite enjoy finding some time to myself.” His chuckle turned into a full rolling laugh. “Though, what I would do with it, I do not know.”
“Where is that girl?” Millicent looked down the hall from the open door...Read More