Albus shook his head, a few auburn strands falling across his forehead. "It's quite alright. I was just curious in case I had missed something, so to speak."
It was mildly annoying, being over a century behind the majority of the people here. Albus was not used to it. As much as he might try and catch up, he supposed he had to accept that he would need to use other people's knowledge if he didn't want to spend half his life in the library. Still, it was a lonely existence, made lonelier by the loss of Cassandra. His stomach lurched unpleasantly.
"I'll get in touch with her, thank you." Albus absently reached up, rubbing the ridge of broken bone in his nose as he turned his thoughts stubbornly away from his old friend, instead choosing to muse out loud. "It just strikes me as odd that the castle is capable of performing magic that requires a level of consideration. Choosing who to bring here, exchanging memories... you'd expect it to be more random."
Shaking his head, he pulled himself back to the room. He was suddenly full of questions and eager to find a quill and parchment. "At any rate, I appreciate your time, Mr Potter. Is there anything else you need from me?"