Sitting on one of the armchairs, Professor Albus Dumbledore was looking out the window, a soft expression on his face. He was just like Harry remembered seeing him at the end of last term; old, with a long white beard, wearing outrageous long, silky robes with patterns of the cosmos woven into them. On his face were his half-moon spectacles sitting on a long nose over bright, electric-blue eyes that twinkled like stars. When Harry entered the living room, Dumbledore turned his head and smiled at him.