albus dumbledore rp

May I call you Albus?

Albus is sitting in his study, unable to focus on his work. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man in the graveyard, but the man hasn’t shown up that day and it is all Albus can think about when he hears a knock on his door.

He tries to ignore it, but the visitor knocks again, a bit more impatiently.

Annoyed and not wanting to be disturbed, Albus opens the door, but any word of refusal instantly dies on his tongue as he sees who the insistent visitor is.

Albus: *tries to compose himself*

Gellert: -Here I am. 

Gellert: *eyes light up in recognition*

Gellert: Albus. May I call you Albus? I’ve recently read your latest article in Transfiguration Today-

Albus: *is surprised that anyone actually read his article*

Gellert: *launches into a one sided discussion of the article at hand*

Gellert: *realizes that Albus is still looking slightly confused and far from sharing his excitement*

Albus: I’m just surprised that someone found it interesting

Gellert: The didn’t? Well…

Gellert: *fastens his eyes on Albus for a second too long*

Albus: *fidgets nervously under Gellert’s gaze*

[[ Gellert Grindelwald played by the incredible @kapitan5o​ ]]

Albus Prelude | Gellert Prelude

What’s in your bag beard - Albus Dumbledore Edition

Dumbledore: I heard there was this new trend at my school, that everyone shows what they’re carrying around every day. Since I am the headmaster, I thought I should join in.

Dumbledore: They taste like liquid Sugar.

Dumbledore: Let’s go on.

Dumbledore: Another thing that’s very important to me:

Dumbledore: Music can be quite useful to ease up a tense situation.
I want to introduce you to someone.

Dumbledore: Obviously, a school as big as Hogwarts needs a lot of money, so it’s always good to have a Niffler or two with you.
Let me look for more.

Dumbledore: What the fuck is this?

Dumbledore: How could I forget about this?!


Dumbledore: Baby shoes. Not at all for nostalgic reasons

Dumbledore: Look how tiny they are!

((OOC: Dumbledore out.
In the usual Sami-style I’m late to the party. But you know? Save the best for last ;) Luckily my thread will probably not be the last of this series
Anyway special thanks to @kapitan5o​ for having this amazing idea! And my admiration to everyone who did this so far, y’all were incredibly creative!
Now I’ll shut up))


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Ambition and Pride||closed


Originally posted by tutelele

“So you are the exchange student?” Lady Westenra was standing in her office and eyed the young man before her up and down with a critical look. She was a tall, darkhaired woman with fair skin, slender, almost snakelike eyes of a deep maroon. The headmistress of Durmstrang was wearing a black, thight dress, which resembled more a suit then a dress.

The office was located in the Western Tower, somewhere in the fourth floor. It was a small, circular room. A large, sturdy, darkwooden table in the center. Shelves, full of books and maps and documents. A glass tank with four, white snakes, sleeping in it. At the back of the wall Durmstrang’s banner could be seen: A two-headed eagle.

“I am glad to see that you have it to us in one piece.” Westenra handed the redhaired man a map with several documents in it. “You have to sign the Application Agreement so Hogwarts knows that you got here. Aside from that you will find our rules in here and the study plans. You will have to pick at least one main course for this year. I should warn you: We have very high standards and our students have to match the qualities of our courses. I should advice you to take courses that are below your grade at Hogwarts so you avoid getting in trouble with the learning pensum. You will also have to select a course in material art. Any more questions?”

Godric’s Hollow, 1899

After a tragic and sudden change of plans, Albus Dumbledore finds himself back in his hometown of Godric’s Hollow.

Frustrated, but determined not to give up on his work, Albus can’t help but feel that his talent is being wasted away by him remaining in the small village.

… Until one day, during his relentless studies, Albus notices a young man who is seemingly new to the town.

From the window of his study, he watches with intrigue as the mysterious newcomer writes in what appears to be a journal.

As the days pass, seeing the oddly alluring stranger quickly becomes one of the few things that can get Albus through the mundanity of being trapped in his house in Godric’s Hollow.

to be continued…

The Prophecy

The scene opens in a room above the Hogs Head Inn. Dumbledore and a young Sybill Trelawney are seen meeting, discussing the position of the open Divination Professor role at Hogwarts.

Sybill: I really do appreciate you taking the time to hold the interview here, Professor.

Dumbledore: …sometimes it’s rather pleasant to stretch ones legs outside the walls of Hogwarts.

Sybill: I understand the position to teach Divination has been open for some years…

Dumbledore: Ah… yes. I believe the last known reputable Seer with such a gift was your grandmother – was is not?

Sybill beams with pride and confidence at this mention of her family’s ‘gift’.

Sybill: The Seer’s eye skipped my mother, but has truly found it is at home within myself.

Sybill: *GASP* Oh… oh my, oh no, no…

Sybill spins the teacup, staring deeper still.

Dumbledore: That’s ah… all very… well and vague Ms. Trelawney – perhaps such a subject is more… outdated than the current curriculum calls for at Hogwarts…

The tea cup falls from her hand with the clatter.

Sybill slips into a trance like state, convulsing and her face falling slack. She does not seem to have any conscious control over her movement or speech.

Sybill: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…

Sybill: …and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…

A commotion outside between Aberforth and Severus Snape, a known Death Eater, interrupts the interview for a brief moment.

Dumbledore: Harrowing things are on the Horizon indeed…

Sybill: I have the Inner Eye – but the inner ear is a gift I sadly lack.

Dumbledore: I was just saying-Well… thank you… very much for your time Ms. Trelawney. I think Hogwarts will be all the more… enriched… with your presence. I’ll be sending an owl to you shortly…

Dumbledore continues to glance towards the doorway, clearly concerned and perplexed by the scene that has unfolded both inside the room and out in the hallway.


(( OOC: this was a ridiculously fun collaboration with the ever so talented @thatsthespiritdear as Sybill Trelawney and myself as Albus Dumbledore. Words can never describe how amazingly enjoyable you made this. ))

I think you oughta walk with me and be safe||closed


Sometimes Gellert felt blessed with the ability to melt in the shadows. They were his closest friends, his most trusted alleys. They told him all sorts of things, they let themselves be played with, they kept him company.

Right now Gellert was slowly walking through the shadows, invisible to everyone else. His eyes were directed at his aim: Albus Dumbledore. He was not even sure why he had decided to follow him. Maybe to keep him company. Maybe to check how he was doing.

Whatever the reason was, Gellert kept a close proximity to Albus. Sometimes he could reach forwards with a hand and touch his face. But he remained shrouded in the darkness. Gellert’s look was warm. Love. It did odd things to people. So close and yet so far away.

After a while Gellert quietly reached forwards and laid his fingers on his tatoo, caressing it and opening the link, waiting for a possible response.

The Tale of Two Brothers

It’s past midnight when Albus Dumbledore appears at the bottom of the stairs following his meeting with Sybil Trelawney. The Hogs Head is surprisingly empty of its usual patrons. Only its owner remains, cleaning glasses behind the bar by candlelight.

Aberforth: I was starting to get worried you’d made yourself cosy upstairs…

Aberforth: I kicked the rest out myself 

Albus: The gentleman you threw out from upstairs earlier, his name is Severus Snape

Aberforth: Gentleman isn’t the word I’d use to describe his kind

The brothers share a look, Albus one of reserved caution as Aberforth dares him to confirm with a twitched eyebrow.

Aberforth: Explained perfectly why he tailed right up there after you. 

Albus: I am grateful for how you handled it so quickly-

Aberforth: I made my peace with letting in all sorts of trouble past those doors…

Albus: Well your efforts and values will always be appreciated

Albus: than simply refusing service or-

The sharp tone creates a moment of tension, Albus’ smart comment getting the rise it has always done out of his younger brother.

Albus: I was hoping we could spare a moment and a drink together

Aberforth: I know what day it is, and the last person I would want to toast it with is you

Albus: This day is already upsetting but shunning kin in favour of solitude doesn’t aid her memo-

Aberforth: You don’t get-

The glass Aberforth was cleaning so delicately previous shatters in a fit of the wizard’s anger



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Remus opens the door to Dumbledore’s office.

“I did not know.” replies Dumbledore. “No more than you did, Remus.”


Remus draws up him self up and stops shaking long enough to utter these next words.

As soon as Remus says it he walks out the door of the office never setting foot in there again.