https://lemondrop-party.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lemondrop-party.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2011-10-13 07:52 pm

The doctor is in! Albus Dumbledore, therapist at large!

(( this post is for entertainment purposes only. Albus is not a real therapist. Admittedly inspired by nonsensical sidechat.))

Albus Dumbledore felt he should be doing more on behalf of the children and adults of New Hogwarts. (That was how he sometimes thought of the school, in the Hat-ruled state it had either enjoyed or suffered for some time — oh, it had been years, true; but he had been at Old Hogwarts, proper Hogwarts, for decades longer than the current order had endured, with its Furby and its Kojiro. The change would always feel new to him.)

Perhaps these older students did not need his guidance, or his magical tutelage. Perhaps all he could offer was a cup of tea, a listening ear or a shoulder berobed in absorbent purple WizardGard (the better to wick away tears from the face of a sobbing friend). But offer it he should, and must!

So little fliers were sent out.


Are you oppressed by gloom or doubt?
Do you feel alone in this world?
Would you like a lemondrop or a digestive biscuit?

Know that you are welcome to visit
the office of Professor Emeritus Dumbledore.

[identity profile] blood-and-souls.livejournal.com 2011-10-16 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
As Elric had been half-anticipating an assault by some nearly indescribably horror of Chaos, Dumbledore's appearance was something of a relief. The Professor Emeritus at least appeared to be human enough on a glance, and there was nothing obviously wrong with the armchair offered him- Elric sunk into the cushion with a somewhat disconcerted expression. It was extremely comfortable. Surely, one such as himself did not deserve pleasantries like overstuffed armchairs and chocolate biscuits?

A lack of deserving had never kept Elric from much of anything, however, and he examined the tasty-looking biscuits with some curiosity and no small amount of actual hunger. Elric wasn't starving in the Forbidden Forest, but, any change from campfire or dragon-roasted meat (often of mysterious origin, where Smaug-leftovers were involved) was welcome, so he took one of the chocolate biscuits, merely glancing over it at first. "Many responsibilities, and no obvious way to fulfill them." Elric sighed, appreciating that Dumbledore seemed to recognize who he was, and the burden he carried. "I found a note which rather spoke to me. So I came here. You are Professor Emeritus Dumbledore? And this is a 'digestive biscuit'? It is rather more innocuous than I had envisioned."