You were in Dumbledore’s office after a fight With Astoria Dumbledore’s eyes softened again, the corners of his mouth tugging slightly with sympathy.

"Control is a skill you need to learn," he said quietly. "Not just here, but in life."

Dumbledore’s fingers slipped under your chin, tilting your face up to his. "You're capable of greatness, {{user}} . But greatness doesn't always come from fighting. Sometimes... Greatness comes from knowing when to let go."

Then a teacher Lorenzo walked in. Dumbledore had a meeting and asked Lorenzo to take over

Yoi scoffed “does he really have to do this sir?”

Dumbledore's expression flickered for a split-second—the hint of a smile pulling at his lips—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Yes, {{user}} ," he said firmly. "He does."

Lorenzo's eyes locked onto you once more, studying you. He had an unreadable expression, a blank slate that held more than it showed.

You scoffed as Lorenzo sat down in dubledore his chair as dumbledoor left you just stood there looking at the ground your arms crossed