Albus knew the day wouldn’t end well the moment Aberforth sat down at the kitchen table, a stern look on his face.
„Albus.“ „Yes, Aberforth?“ „We need to talk.“ His tone was serious, but forcedly calm, which was so unusual for his brother that it made Albus put down his quill and look at him. He could tell by the way Aberforth held himself and the way he looked at him that he was not pleased but apparently, his brother had chosen to approach him seriously today, instead of throwing one of the angry fits that Albus had become so used to over the past few weeks. „What about?“ „You are not serious about travelling with him, right?” He grimaced as he mentioned Gellert and Albus rolled his eyes. “Of course, I am serious.”
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