I'm not entirely sure what this is, but it's for Lamia of the Dark via the HPFC Secret Santa, as well as the Caesar's Palace Do You Wanna Build A Snowman event.

Dumbledore enjoyed telling stories to the students of Hogwarts.

At first, he saved his storytelling for those who had been sent to his office. Having seen many things in his long life, he could nearly always think of something to tie in with their reason for being there. But as their numbers were too small for his liking, he began holding story hour in the Great Hall.


Sometimes he would talk about his childhood.

"And then," he said, passing another lemon drop to the Hufflepuff sitting nearest to him, "Aberforth looked at me and asked me why goats give milk and we don't. Of course, being five years old, I had no answer for him…"

"So what did you tell him?" asked a small first-year Gryffindor.

"I told him that is simply how goats work."


Other times, he would discuss interesting anecdotes from his life.

"When I was a boy, I never owned a pair of thick, woolen socks. In the summer, this was fine, but in the winter the cold was not so kind to my feet."

Everyone in attendance wondered where Dumbledore was going with this. In fact, one Ravenclaw asked him this.

"Well, Miss Scrivner, the winter after I came of age, I finally went out and bought a pair of thick, woolen socks. I was very pleased that they kept my feet warm even on the coldest days."


Then there were the times he told stories about students he had taught in the past.

"The spell to turn a sunflower into a pair of pants is admittedly a tricky one," Dumbledore began, "We stopped teaching it here after one of my students managed to turn herself into a yak."

"How did that happen?" asked the first-year Gryffindor.

"She said 'v' instead of't,'" said Dumbledore. "which would serve as a reminder to all of you to pay attention to incantations."


After story hour had finished and all the students had left, Dumbledore often stayed in the Great Hall, enjoying a lemon drop as he thought of more interesting stories to tell them. He knew that if he told boring stories, they would stop attending story hour, and he would no longer have an opportunity to do what he loved most.

And he didn't want that.

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