"I'm sure you're right." Albus moved to the side a little, making room for Jamie beside him. "The journals certainly make a lot of things easier in that regard... Although I suppose they must also make it a little harder to tell fact from fiction." As much as instantly sharing information with the entire wizarding community appealed, Albus had to wonder how much of what was written was actually policed, especially in terms of research. Not too much, if the Scarlet Letter was much to go by.
He watched as the pages gently fanned open, leaning forward a little to see what the searching charm would produce. It was a nice bit of magic. Elegant - especially without a wand. Shooting a sharp, intent glance across at the other wizard's profile, Albus' fingers drummed absently on the wood of the tabletop.
"I started publishing when I was at school," he said finally, looking back at the journals. "It's like anything else - once you get your foot in the door..." Albus trailed off with a half-hearted shrug, the only sign of discomfort a slight tightening in his jaw. "Perhaps I should change my name," he mused, too caught up in the carefully floating pages to really think about his words. "There's a lot of Albus Dumbledore out there to live up to. Or atone for."