"Yes," Albus agreed thoughtfully. "It will be challenging. Usually muggleborn students learn a great deal with their peers, but that won't really be an option here." You couldn't help but wonder what kind of society they would end up building here, with barely any of the old pureblood legacies left. He smiled. "Not that I've found. The books regarding that era tend to be rather... wooly. Professor Snape asked me the same thing. Perhaps a conversation with the sorting hat..."
He trailed off thoughtfully. The hat was supposed to have belonged to the founders, after all. Perhaps it would have some insight.
He listened with some interest to her explanation. Was it his imagination, or did her smile have a tinge of sadness to it? Albus imagined it must be difficult for those from more recent times, knowing the fate that had befallen their community. He supposed it was a small mercy that that many of his friends and colleagues would have passed from more natural causes decades earlier.
"I quite agree. But... forgive me, 'blog'?" He questioned. Albus had not heard the word before - that happened more often than he would like at the moment. He had rather hoped he would feel a little more up to speed by the time the students arrived, but here they were. All he could do was keep questioning.
"I have a Newt Scamander in my second year class?" He suggested, as they turned a corner. He was a Hufflepuff. Bright enough, although he seemed a little distant from his classmates. It was rather disconcerting to think of the twelve year old as being anyone's grandfather.