Albus couldn't bite back his small smile at her rant about the old hat. His own sorting had been a long affair - he could remember the endless muttering in his ear as if it were yesterday. But he had enjoyed being a Gryffindor, and at any rate, had not had strong enough feelings at eleven to request anything of the raggedy old thing.
"Why did you want to be in Slytherin?" He asked, with some interest. He had been under the impression that the traditional distance between the houses had not been as much of an issue for her generation.
Albus nodded as they walked down the corridor. It seemed strange.. wasn't the main point of a diary to keep a private record? But he could see how such things could be useful when it came to exchanging ideas and knowledge, especially between countries. It was certainly quicker than owls and journals, although without the review process.
"Ah," he replied, pleased. "That's good to hear." He worried about young Scamander on occasion. It was good to know that he found his feet. Albus turned a corner, slowing his long strides to match his companion.
"Well, we can only hope my Goobledegook improved somewhat before I started trying to impart knowledge on poor Newt. I'd hate for my bad pronunciation to be passed down the generations."