[He shifts his arms, wrapping them around Gellert's back to wrap them both all the more warmly together. Albus leans his forehead against Gellert's, looking right at him with an impossible fondness in his expression.
Really, the words off of Gellert's tongue are too lovely to bear.]
You need not ever be frightened of it, Gellert. Nor of me.
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Really, the words off of Gellert's tongue are too lovely to bear.]
You need not ever be frightened of it, Gellert. Nor of me.