To Albus!
Horace and Elphias are toasting an old friend who recently passed away.
Elphias shouted, "To Albus!"
Horace said, "To Albus!"
They clinked their glasses together.
Elphias sighed. "I can't believe that he's really gone. I always assumed he was invincible or something."
Horace chuckled. "As did I. The old bugger managed to convince me to come back here to teach potions like I used to."
Elphias smirked. "He was a tenacious man that's for sure."
Horace asked, "Do you really believe Harry Potter killed him?"
Elphias stated, "No, that Skeeter woman has it out for the Boy who Lived. I'm sure she made the whole thing up to give him more bad publicity."
Horacs grunted. "Indeed. I quite like him, Harry I mean."
Elphias responded, "I hear he has his mother's eyes."
Horace beamed, "He's the spitting image of his father except he has Lily's eyes."
Elphias muttered, "Never met the boy myself, but I support his cause strongly."
Horace replied, "Yes, he has a strong moral compass."
Elphias changed the subject, "Anyway, enough about Harry. How have you been, Horace?"
Horace answered, "I have been up and down since our last meeting. What about you?"
Elphias grinned. "I have been excellent. In fact, I have been meaning to tell you something."
Horace insisted, "Go on."
Elphias admitted, "I'm in love with you."
Horace stuttered, "S-Sorry, what?"
Elphias smiled. "You heard me."
Horace whispered, "I love you too."