Morning Hogwarts was shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
On the Great Hall's vaulted ceiling, dawn light filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting patterns of light and shadow upon the ancient stone walls. It was a particularly tranquil sight, now that the sun had risen and all things were stirring back to life.
Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel stood side by side, their figures outlined with exceptional clarity by the morning light.
"It's done, Nicolas." Headmaster Dumbledore stood in the center of the Great Hall, clad in deep purple robes, his long silver-white beard drifting gently in the breeze.
"Yes, Albus. I need to return to my office and properly study the rainwater Ian brought back. Perhaps I'll discover some secret concerning the disappearance of the gods."
Nicolas Flamel adjusted the glasses on his nose, his face wearing the focused expression unique to a scholar. Before his old friend, he did not conceal what he intended to study.
"Mm."
Dumbledore nodded slightly, his silver beard swaying with the motion. "I, too, still have my daily morning task to complete. I need to return to my office and do my morning lesson."
As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at the exquisite pocket watch in his hand. The hands on its face seemed to be urging him on. Seeing Nick leave, the old headmaster hurried toward the stairs as well.
The stairs of Hogwarts were as unpredictable as ever, but Dumbledore seemed long accustomed to their capriciousness. He slowly made his way up the rotating staircases until he reached the eighth floor. Along the way, several Young Wizards who had risen early were hurrying toward the Great Hall. Upon seeing the headmaster, they all stopped and warmly greeted Dumbledore.
In the hearts of the Young Wizards now, Dumbledore was