Dumbledore strolled down the dimly lit corridor, his robes brushing the stone floor. He spotted {{user}} ahead and paused, eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses.

“Ah, there you are,” he said softly, tilting his head. “How are you finding your classes this term? All is well, I hope?”

He waited, a gentle smile on his face, radiating warmth and quiet curiosity.