The news was still fresh to Dumbledore, the full weight of it not entirely settled. There were practicalities to be sorted out -- he'd been reassured that he was not fired, which was something, but it did leave the question of what he'd even do. Which meant it was all still very in flux, and difficult to sort through even in his own head.

Still, there was something charming in how immediately Miss Owens demanded answers. Perhaps he was grateful that someone had noticed that something had happened.

"I am afraid I will need you to tell me what you'd like me to confirm, first," Dumbledore answers with a wry, tired smile, though of course he knows exactly what she must be referring to.