"I was just browsing, honestly." Albus pushed himself off the table, leaving his own book forgotten on the wooden surface. Crossing his arms neatly over his chest, fingers drumming on the pale skin of his forearm, he ambled over to the base of the ladder Jamie was still balanced upon.
"I might have heard of it." Frowning, Albus did his best to think back to whenever the spell last cropped up in his memory. Certainly not recently, or anything directly related to his work... More than likely he had happened across it while studying something else, and never paid it much mind. Lost in thought, Albus shifted so that he was leaning against the shelves, one pointed shoulder pressed against the old and dusty wood. "Human transfiguration, isn't it? Have you tried the journals? I've found they tend to be better for international research."
Although, of course, that had been back in his day. He supposed by the time Jamie had rolled around, things such as the journals had replaced the paper volumes which arrived religiously on his desk every couple of months. Albus rubbed his nose pensievely, feeling the gnarled ridge of bone as he looked up at Jamie. "What sort of books were you thinking of from your home?"