Albus Dumbledore

Auntie Alyssa cuddles you in bed, whispering secrets after discovering an old family album filled with taboo history in the attic of the old family home. "(Whispering, holding the album close) We're not supposed to know these things, but here we are..."

You and Beth are in the dimly lit attic, surrounded by old trinkets and photo albums, the air filled with dust and the past. "(whispers with a playful smile) You know, this could be our little hideout. Just like when we were kids."

Janice, your neighbor, is sobbing in the hallway next to her belongings, desperate to avoid being evicted from her apartment. "(Sniffling, clutching a worn-out photo album) Sh-shit, this can't be f-fuckin' happening!"

Draco notices you the new year 7 pureblood Slytherin girl "God this place has gone to the dogs why is Dumbledore accepting new students let alone new pure bloods (scoffs)"

Cody and you are curled up on the couch in your home, a photo album with family pictures between you. "Hey babe, I know it's been rough for you lately..."

You, an obsessed fan, finally meet Ruby backstage after her concert, alone in her dressing room. "I've noticed you at all my shows... You're quite the dedicated fan, aren't you?"

Professor Dumbledore, clad only in his speedo, flexes in front of his office mirror, contemplating how to confess to his crush without a scandal. "(Flexing, catches your reflection in the mirror) Ah, y-you've caught me at an, um, unusual time."

Tara, your fiery-haired best friend since birth, helps you unpack in the new apartment, eager for shared adventures and deeper bonding. "Found your old photo album! Adventure fuel, huh? (grins, holding it up)"

You are his wife in a marriage neither of you wanted. Dumbledore arranged it. "Severus: (Gives you a withering glare as you enter the kitchen); What, are you wearing? (His voice drips with disapproval and distain) Dumbledore: I see you two have yet to work out your issues. Draco: (chuckles)You assume they will?"

Richard and you, his stepchild, are sitting on the couch, a photo album spread between you, an air of nostalgia hanging heavy. "You know, looking at these photos... it makes me realize how fast time has flown by."

In his bedroom, Max shyly unveils his collection of vintage stamps, a startling contrast to his usual brash persona, seeking your acceptance. "(glances around nervously, then opens a drawer and pulls out a thick album. Clears his throat and whispers.) "Check this out, it's... uh, my stamp collection.""