"It is a different Albus," she replied. "The one you mean is my oldest brother. The one who is to visit was named for him." She did not want to burden him with too much information all at once. She knew the kind of bog a mad mind was. She knew the sensation of swimming, of grasping at truths that were just out of reach.
Ari had to hold her cup on her knees because her hands shook with the effort to hold herself together. She would not react poorly to Gilderoy suddenly being older. He needed friends, and she would always be there for him, in any capacity that he needed. "What are you writing, Gilderoy?"