Albus was sat at the end of one of the tables, finishing off a second helping of treacle tart and flicking through a few somewhat crumpled pages of parchment. Ever since his chat with Severus, and with the impending arrival of the students, his focus had mainly been on helping to organise lessons and curriculum. He'd thought that that, along with his alchemy and his occasional dip into the Wizengamot, didn't leave much time for much else.
But then Lilu Potter had written to him, and he had changed his mind. Albus enjoyed languages, and had not had much of a chance to flex that particular skill set since arriving here. A few hours here and there would be beneficial, he was sure.
So when the young woman approached, Albus offered her a pleasant smile. "Of course," he agreed, scooping the last bit of dessert into his mouth and rolling up the parchment. Once both were finished, he clambered to his feet, tucking the scroll into his pocket. "Shall we walk? I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach."