60. Joke
The dust particles swirled around in the sunlight streaming down upon the Headmistress’s desk where its owner sat with the chair turned the opposite direction, facing the wall directly behind it.

“Albus, I miss you so very much sometimes. I don’t know how you could manage all of this alone.”

The wise looking man in the picture chuckled and peered over his crescent-shaped bifocals at her, and then spoke. “Minerva, dear, one does not give away all of their secrets, but nonetheless you should probably check the closet over there and feed those eager Hufflepuffs who loved to help out.”