Lysander sat down at the table, ordering a pint of lager when the waitress came over to take their order. He'd look at the menu in a little bit; catching up with his friend took precedence over food.
"See who right now? Your family?" he asked, a bit confused. Once he heard Albus's words though, it clicked. Or sort of did. The reasoning wasn't there however and Lysander was never one to accept a lack of reason. He frowned and looked at Albus. "Moved out for good or moved out for a trial period? Why would she do that? I didn't think anything was, y'know, wrong."