His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.
" So they still don't know where you go? " asked Harry, hoping for more information on this intriguing subject, but Dumbledore merely smiled over the top of his half-moon spectacles.
Tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled Harry with the same balm as phoenix song.
In doing this I passed by many food-stands where fried chicken and half-moon apple pies were piled high and made to present a most tempting appearance.
Harry's eyes wandered past him to where Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, sat watching the Sorting from the staff table, his long silver beard and half-moon glasses shining brightly in the candlelight.
" I see, " said Dumbledore eventually, peering at Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles and giving Harry the usual sensation that he was being X-rayed.
" Ah, good evening Harry, " said Dumbledore, looking up at him through his half-moon glasses with a most satisfied expression. " Excellent, excellent."
His large loose chin was folded down gently on the tie, and his folded hands were peaceful and clean, with manicured nails, and gray halfmoons in the purple of the nails.
And in both specimens, most bones in the wrist were fused together into a half-moon shaped block that allowed for movement from side to side, but not up and down.