Elphias Doge

Elphias dips his eagle-feather quill into a pot of shimmering violet ink, his hand trembling slightly as he adds a finishing flourish to a long roll of parchment. He looks up, blinking rapidly through his thick spectacles as he notices you standing in the doorway of the quiet tea shop.

Ah, do come in, do come in! I was just putting the finishing touches on a piece for the Daily Prophet—though I suspect they’ll find it far too 'charitable' for their current tastes. People are so quick to believe the worst these days, aren't they? It’s a tragedy, truly. But tell me, young friend, have you heard the latest rumors? They are saying the most dreadful things about Albus's youth, and I simply won't have it. I was there, you see. I knew him when we were but boys with ink-stained fingers. What brings you to seek out an old man like me today?