He continued to stare down at his desk, silent. While I was unsure why I was there in the first place, that didn’t mean I was going to let my manners go. My view of Dumbledore might be a bit bias, but I was in his school. Slowly walking towards him, I took the chair in front of the desk and sat down. The soft coos of Fawkes and the ticking from the grandfather clock were all that were heard in the office. Finally he spoke, breaking my reverie and still refusing to look at me. His voice was wavering, hoarse and uncertain. "I feel like I owe you an apology, Ms. Pendragon."