A dark brow arched and Albus blinked. His gran shouldn't know who he was but the question of how she did was quickly answered. "Mum thinks I'm six? I haven't been six in fourteen years. No, mum is from when I was six..." He paused and considered what he had said and shook his head. "This is bloody daft."
Albus was a man that took things in stride. His feathers didn't get ruffled by many things. He was just trying to wrap his mind around it all. He listened to all Lily had to say and digested it and rolled it around in his mind. "Well if anything a historian can't complain about being in the past."
A laugh escaped Albus and he couldn't have stopped it had he tried. "Mum hasn't quite learned how full of surprises I am yet, especially not if I'm only six where she is from." He looked down at his young grandmother and gave her a gentle hug. The gesture was fleeting but heartfelt. Albus just wasn't good with social situation usually. "I can also appreciate getting to meet people I never had the pleasure of knowing."