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

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(( 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.

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Bucky stomped into the office and climbed up into a chair without so much as an introduction, settling himself in and leaning back expectantly, his oversized Slytherin tie wrapped several times around his neck and dirty around the ends from dragging on the floor.

"Tuna," he said.