Something was not piecing together quite right in Gellert's mind. It was seeming increasingly strange to him, the way that Albus spoke and behaved. He acted as if he possessed some measure of influence over Gellert, only to withdraw out of a sort of respect for Gellert's youth, just to add the disclaimer that they had only known each other for but a few short months. A few months, and yet Albus saw fit to take note of what Gellert went on to do in the world after that time was ended. It must be soon that they met, if Gellert had been in England. He was not yet sure how much time he would have to spend in the country, tracking down the Peverell line, though it was interesting that Albus should bring up his aunt. His great-aunt, it must be--Bathilda. The historian. Could she know something about the Hallows? Could she have encountered some truth to the legend in her research?
Gellert filed that bit of information away for later examination. Perhaps he would leave the Continent more quickly after his expulsion than he had initially intended. He would have to do a bit of investigation on his own, of Bathilda's publications. And she lived in Godric's Hollow--yes, Albus was correct. A very old wizarding community, steeped in history, not all of it bloodless.... He would have to look into the town, as well.
"A few months," Gellert echoed, managing to look idly curious, though amusement coloured the entirety of the glint in his eyes. Because there was more to it than Albus was telling him, Gellert was certain of it. He was just not sure which thread to pull, to unravel all the cords. "That must have been a very interesting few months."