Albus was nodding as his sister was relaying this to him. People from different time periods were here in this world. Arianna was right, it must be very old magic for this to happen. But how would one stumble across it? How is it activated? Who put it there? There were million of questions swarming his head but he didn’t dare speak of it out loud to Arianna. She had said she was better but the Arianna that he knew died. “Mother?” He whispered, hoping he heard Arianna wrong but knew he didn’t. Again an old wound was slowly opening - he wasn’t ready to deal with his mistakes. Not yet. He barely registered what Arianna had said about her death not being his fault. It was his fault. He should had been taking care of her, not running around with an idiotic ideal of wizard supremacy.
“You must show me these greenhouses.” He opened the journal again and looked to see a letter written to him with an address to a house. He could only assume it was his assigned housing - it was like Hogwarts except no school. Albus closed the journal again and stuffed it into his bag He would look more into it later. A tiny smirk crossed his lips at the mention of his ego. “My ego has never been the same in the last couple of months. But out of curiosity why do you ask for a promise?”