Inside the dark, towering Nurmengard High Tower.
Time seemed to have frozen this long-awaited reunion into a painting. The faint light at the top of the tower pierced through the heavy Stone Walls, falling in mottled patches over the two former close friends who had once stood as giants of the magical world.
Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald met each other's gaze. They were a story spanning a century, with half a century of things left unspoken. The air was filled with complex, indescribable emotions.
There were memories of reunion after a long separation, along with a subtle, quiet unease.
"Have a seat."
Gellert Grindelwald was the first to break the silence. The prison where he stayed was dim but not damp. Though the bed, table, and chairs were simple, they did not feel shabby in the slightest.
Time and imprisonment had carved deep traces into the ambitious man's face, yet he remained handsome. His dark robe, free of unnecessary adornment, and his grayish white hair had clearly been meticulously tended.
"Did you foresee that I would come?" Dumbledore sat across from Gellert Grindelwald. His elegant purple robe showed that he had washed away the grime of the great battle.
"There was no need for prophecy. I merely had to wait every day... This moment was bound to come." Gellert Grindelwald's blue eyes were like gemstones resting in the deep sea.
The emotions within them still burned as fiercely as ever. The Magic Chains around his wrists and ankles symbolized the freedom he had lost, yet they seemed unable to fully bind his still-boiling heart.
"The subordinate you sent to watch me is dead. Well, perhaps you already knew that." Dumbledore did not exchange much small talk.
Perhaps he did not know what to discuss, or perhaps he did not