#grindy-cog

Hi, dear Anon!

Thanks for your question, however tough and tricky it is in some ways 😅 No matter what I’ll say, some will take parts or all of it the wrong way regardless, so I’ll try to do it quickly.

1. In Jannik’s case, I think everything had been more or less explained. People will always claim to know better, but there’s nothing anyone can do about it, least of all Sinner himself. If he ever, knowingly took anything, I hope he won’t make the same mistake again, though I believe that, just like in Iga’s case, Jannik fell a victim to naivety and trust.

He may be guilty of neglect in failing to see and know some things, but otherwise I think he’s good. Honestly, with the talent of his size, just like Swiatek, he simply doesn’t need any ‘outside help’, so to speak.

2. As for Sascha… Well, I’m not going to claim that I ever met any of them, Brenda and Sharypova included. Some people on social media act otherwise, but that’s their choice.

Do I believe the accusations? Personally, no. Do I think some of it might have, to a degree, happened? Perhaps, and even, for all we know, might have been going both ways, too.

But I also have brothers; I have seen firsthand what this kind of accusations can do to you, regardless of your social and financial status; witnessed as well, how easily your health can be used against you in court; and I read too many of Ben Rothenberg’s ‘news articles’ to take every part of these stories seriously, or believe them to be fully credible.

Yet, I’m not going to say who is right, and who is wrong. I wasn’t there, I don’t actually know any of them, Zverev included, simply know who they are; and can only base my opinion on what I’ve seen, heard and read of these three people, as well as my understanding of German law, regarding these kind of judicial proceedings.

In short, Anon, the answer to both is no, I don’t believe Jannik and Sascha are guilty; at least, not in the way many people and - like it or not - ‘cancel culture’, makes them to be. But that’s nothing more or less, than my own opinion on these two cases and people.

Thank you so much for asking <3

4. what are you looking forward to? I’m looking forward to July and going to Paris with my friends to meet Ronen *cries* Also looking forward to some concerts I have this year that won’t hopefully get postoponed again

18. do you miss how things were a year ago? Absolutely not. Not that things have changed much now but the beginning of 2021 was kind of a mess lol 19. have you ever been to New York? I haven't but I'd LOVE to go sooo much. It's been on my list of places I wanna visit for the longest time now. Would love to go for my 30th birthday 🥺

hello!! aww thank you so much💖

2. favorite character? danny williams!!

10. favorite episode? the pilot, honestly!! but i love all the episodes on my list (here) very much!!

19. what do you like/hate the most about this fandom? what i like the most are all the wonderful people i met through this fandom, especially angels like @themcinebcnd @tari-aldarion @just-fandomthings @alvezstan 💖💖💖

Albus loves Muggle Munich. He’s loved it since the first time that he visited, years and years ago when he was still a boy, and had traveled here with Elphias and his family. He loves the culture and the art, and he loves the food as well. He especially loves the architecture.

He pulls the hood of his coat up higher to protect his face as he rushes to cross the cobbled street, the heels of his boots tapping against stone. The chilly wind whips his hair and stings his cheeks, but he’s close, so he bows his head and hurries.

Blessed warm air hits him right in the face he pulls open the door of the hotel. It’s loud, crowded with busy muggles on a Monday morning, and it’s exactly why Albus picked this place. He hitches his charmed shoulder bag up higher and approaches the front desk. The woman there smiles as she turns to greet him, and he’s impressed at how easily she recovers when she falters, looking him up and down quickly.

He doesn’t mind. He’s been told that his penchant for brightly coloured coats and heeled boots don’t help him to blend in to the muggle world any more than the Wizarding one.

He takes the stairs to the fifth floor, glancing down at his key to check the room number. It’s quite a walk, but he doesn’t complain, as his backside is quite sore from the train ride. He isn’t accustomed to muggle ways of travel anymore, but he had found them curious enough to take in this instance, if for nothing but the experience, and the way that it is more difficult to track.

He fits the key into the door once he’s found it, checking the hall and slipping inside. He lowers his hood and shrugs out of his coat, tossing it onto the bed with his bag as he passes, and snapping his fingers to give himself some light. The lamps flicker on at once, and the blinds fly open. Albus pulls the curtain aside, looking down at the city below him and feeling a strange sense of something that he can’t quite place. He hums to himself and turns around, then stumbles back against the wall, hand to his chest as he makes a noise of terrifying surprise.

“Willkommen, Geliebter,” says the man who’s sprawled across the chair in the corner. He’s as unmistakable as ever, fair and handsome, mismatched eyes, and that wicked grin.

“Merlin, Gellert,” Albus says, righting himself and turning away.

He’d known that he had been followed, but he more expected it to be someone from the Ministry keeping an eye on him.

Now that he knows, he isn’t truly all that surprised.

“You know, it’s courtesy in most places to not enter until you are invited in,” he says, looking down into the street again. He takes notice of the open lock on the window, and traces his fingers over it. Some things don’t change, he supposed.

“I was here before you,” Gellert shrugs, like that makes it okay.

“How did you even know…”

He doesn’t need to finish his question. Gellert is giving him that devilish grin again, and he taps the point of his wand to his forehead, just above the arch of the eyebrow that frames his lighter eye.

“Hm,” Albus laughs, and he leans back against the desk, resting his bottom on the ledge and crossing his ankles. “Seems you’ve finally learned to control your gift, then.”

“I have,” Gellert agrees, twirling his wand in his fingertips. His other hand rests on his thigh, and Albus can’t help but look once he’s noticed. Gellert’s flair for dark, dramatic clothing hasn’t changed over the years, Albus notes. He finds that this pleases him, though he’s loathe to admit it. He folds his hands in his lap and meets Gellert’s grin once again.

“Too bad that your impulse control is still desiring,” he says, and Gellert’s smile only falters momentarily.

“You knew that I would come,” Gellert accuses.

“I didn’t know, but I suspected. Truthfully, it wasn’t you who I anticipated.”

“Who, then?” He asks.

“Oh, Gellert,” Albus smiles, fixing him with a knowing look. “You’re quite aware that the ministry is keeping a good eye on me, now. Why else would you be here?”

Gellert’s gaze doesn’t falter this time, but his fingers twitch. He doesn’t deny it.

“They’ve questioned you.” It isn’t a question in itself, but Albus answers,

“Yes. More than once. I was happy to tell them before that I’d had no contact with you in years, and that the last time we spoke, I knew nothing of your plans. What will I tell them now?” He asks, frowning.

“You will tell them nothing,” Gellert says, rising from his chair and coming closer. “You will continue to tell them nothing, Albus.”

He’s still taller, though by now it is only a mere inch or so. He intimidates Albus no more than he had done all that time ago. He holds his wand out though, keeping space between them. The tip rests just over Gellert’s heart.

“How do you know that I’ve told them nothing?” Albus asks.

“Because, had you told them what you knew, you’d be half as guilty as I am. Colluding with the public enemy, Albus. If only Travers could see just how easy you were to persuade, back then.”

Albus’s cheeks heat and it spreads. He can’t remember the last time anyone made him flush. He shakes his head.

“That isn’t correct and you know it,” Albus says. “I wouldn’t go down for your transgressions, Gellert. They would utilize me as a weapon against you, though.”

“They would try. But then they would find out about this:”

Time seems to slow down as Gellert reaches into his shirt and withdrawals the pendant. It’s so distantly familiar. Albus gasps.

“You can’t move against me, Albus,” Gellert reminds him, stepping right up into his space. “You can’t fight me. You can’t duel me. You can’t harm a hair on my head, Lover.”

“Don’t,” Albus breathes.

Gellert doesn’t heed his warning. His hands go straight for Albus’s hips, pressing their bodies together. “You certainly didn’t mention it, did you? Your oath to me? Your loyalty? Your heart, Albus? Is it still mine?”

Albus lets out a shaky breath, feeling Gellert’s hands on his waist, drawing him closer. He feels the brush of his nose and the heat of his breath, the graze of his lips. He opens his mouth in anticipation, but whether it is of words or a kiss, he isn’t sure. He gets neither. Gellert grasps his chin and strokes his thumb along Albus’s bottom lip.

“You know that you could always come back to me, my love. You could take your place by my side. We would be unstoppable, Albus. Think of what we will do. It isn’t childish talk, anymore. You still have me. I am still yours.”

Albus doesn’t mean to laugh, but he huffs a little one out against Gellert’s thumb. He questions it, and Albus opens his eyes just enough to look him in his.

“Do you think I’ll fall for that again, Gellert? I was merely a child. It was easy for you to manipulate me into believing that you ever returned my feelings for you.”

Gellert’s fingers find Albus’s hair, gripping tightly at the crown of his head. Albus gasps softly, his head going back with the force of it, his mouth open. Gellert has always been good at pushing his buttons.

“You really believe this, Albus?” He asks, quietly. Their lips touch for a moment, but it isn’t a kiss. “You think I would lie to you? When have I ever been dishonest?”

Albus knows that, at least, is true. He can’t remember an instance where Gellert hadn’t been truthful. Albus gazes back at him, swallowing. Gellert tracks the movement with his eyes.

“You think I lie now? Telling you that you still have my heart?” He speaks softly, and Albus’s eyes fall closed, forgetting for a moment why he shouldn’t want Gellert to kiss him now. “After everything? You still think that I do not love you?”

Albus’s fingers curl into the front of Gellert’s jacket, holding him close. He yields to his touch, letting Gellert kiss him, sitting back against the desk again and letting Gellert between his knees.

“I think that you do not understand love,” Albus answers finally, once their mouths have parted. “You craved my attention. You still do. You love attention. You love my infatuation with you.”

“That is true,” Gellert admits, his grip in Albus’s hair loosening, holding his head carefully instead. “I loved the intensity of your focus on me. I loved that you would do anything to please me.” He kisses Albus again, stroking a hand down his chest. “But you are wrong in thinking that I do not have deeper feelings toward you. I love that you love me, Albus Dumbledore, but I do love you in return.”

Albus initiates the kiss, this time. He kisses Gellert fiercely, backing him away from the desk and across to the bed. His fingers are already unbuttoning Gellert’s waistcoat, wrestling his jacket off his shoulders. He feels His suspenders being unclipped and his shirt being untucked, then hands undoing his fly.

“This doesn’t mean I’ll join you,” he insists, letting Gellert roll him onto his back, soft cotton sheets against his bare skin.

He feels Gellert’s soft laugh against his throat.

“It doesn’t mean you won’t, either.”

X

Thank you!

4. What type of wand picked you?

I took the Pottermore quiz, and it gave me a Pinewood with a unicorn hair core, 14 ½" and unyielding flexibility.

Pine: The straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. Many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, and I can confirm this in as much as I have never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. The pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic.

Unicorn: Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

14 ½":  Most wands will be in the range of between nine and fourteen inches.Longer wands might suit taller wizards, but they tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic.

Unyielding flexibility: Wand flexibility or rigidity denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair.

(I feel like this is pretty accurate lol)

9. What classes would you pick to take?

Ancient runes because it sounds interesting, and Care of Magical Creatures because I like animals. I would also try and join the frog choir for the lulz (and so that I could hold frogs)

14. What would you get detention for?

thank you and right back at you!! ps. whoever started this, know that i love you ahah 

@sweetlittlevampire what a great idea ^^