Albus paced back and forth, biting his thumb anxiously, the overlapping voices and clutter in his head only got louder. Not only for him, but it was so overwhelming that it was audible to anyone. You hear this turmoil and ask Albus if everything was okay. The noise stops with a small “Hm?” as Albus looked up at you. A small (and clearly forced) smile grew on his face as he nodded “Oh, yes. I’m alright. I just have a lot of things on my mind, is all. No need to worry.” He assured, gently.