Albus wanders up the stairs, taking care to follow Lily's directions.

Because - well, he does not want to run into any embarrassing situations involving mistaken rooms and looking as though he'd been snooping around.

Today had been brilliant.

Absolutely, absolutely brilliant.

He'd learned a lot from Lily's dad - his great-granddad, blimey - about Shakespeare and the play itself, and about all the books in his library (which are waiting for him in his office) and just -

It all feels a bit like a dream.

No one would believe him.

He isn't even sure he'd want to tell anyone about it, anyway. It's like a cosy, comforting secret he can keep to himself.