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Do you ever feel old?

I realised last night, watching Harry desperately trying to bludgeon the world into making sense and failing, that he is very nearly the age I was when I took the Mark. It was the summer after my seventh year, just before I started my apprenticeship. (I was the youngest Master in the Guild in nearly a century; have I ever told you that? Though in a just world, Miss Granger could easily challenge my record. I find myself tempted to lure Horace out of retirement to sit as second Master for her examinations, unofficial though they might be. But I digress.)

Lily's son. How proud of him I was, for him to be able to claim that connection at long last.

We must think of something for him to do, and soon. He will not tolerate idleness long.