The school year was over and the Headmistress' office was empty. Most of the former Headmasters and Headmistress' portraits had abandoned their frames for other portraits that provided more entertaining surroundings. Albus Dumbledore, however, remained in his, occupying a chintz, squishy armchair not unlike those he had been famous for conjuring back in his living days.
He was inordinately pleased with himself. Of course, had he known Harry and Severus had already gotten together before the final battle, he wouldn't have had to resort to 'Plan B' with Draco, but no matter – the result was the same. He smiled, settling back in his chair and closing his eyes for a nice, long nap. Yes, he was done meddling. For now.