"Ah, well..." Albus tugs at his beard. "I am rather looking forward to a calm, quiet retirement. Do you think I could have such a thing if it was widely known I was alive? On the other hand, if I could limit my contact to a few select people, I suppose there is a chance of getting at least some sort of access to some of my possessions..."
For a moment, he appears to be thinking. "I wonder...once I arrived here..." he shakes his head, "I just had the thought of my portrait in the headmasters office..."