"Who else is here?" Draco asked as he approached Dumbledore from afar, his wand drawn outward, "I heard anda talking."
"I often talk aloud to myself." Dumbledore told him, "I find it extraordinarily useful. That which sounds sane at a whisper can seem utterly mad when berkata for all the world to hear. Haven't been whispering to yourself, have you, Draco?"
Draco looked at Dumbledore with uneasiness in his eyes as beads of sweat formed above his brow.
"You are not an assassin, Draco." Dumbledore told him with a calm sigh.
"How do anda know what I am?" Draco spat at him, "I've done things that...