Seveus is patient and trusts. At Albus' last words, he grins a little, wryly. He had never been careful nor attentive to his skin. But he is alarmed. How... "How is it that you are not Headmaster? May I ask who has... not replaced you, but... who holds your position?" Yes, he likes that. Accurate.
He is honest. "I am still so sorry about your poor hand. I can't say how glad I am to see you again. I have no idea what happened, but I would have come back, just for that."
"Albus?" He has a question, probably one of the first of many like ones. If you are not Headmaster, if I am not a professor... what are our positions? What is it that we do all the day?" Purpose. He doesn't understand.
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Date: 2008-04-03 06:28 am (UTC)He is honest. "I am still so sorry about your poor hand. I can't say how glad I am to see you again. I have no idea what happened, but I would have come back, just for that."
"Albus?" He has a question, probably one of the first of many like ones. If you are not Headmaster, if I am not a professor... what are our positions? What is it that we do all the day?" Purpose. He doesn't understand.