Draco could almost hear Potter thinking, but he didn’t interrupt. Whatever conclusion he reached, it meant no fight. Theo would be disappointed that he lost the bet. “Yes, words. They come handy, especially in a world with alternate realities and multiple versions of people. This isn’t home, where you can rely on your friends. I’ve even learned to use cell phones.” Okay, that was stretching the truth, but he did use it on occasion and he could text people now.
“No firewhiskey. In fact, they don’t sell liquor on Sunday. Some inane American rule. I have no idea why alcohol is worse on a Sunday. There’s also no liquor where children are. Americans are proving to be very prudish.”
He decided that it was best if they got out of the store. “Walk with me. We can’t stay here. I’d like to know about your reality. You aren’t fighting nor hiding, and you called me Draco. Are we friends?” He started walking, hoping that Potter would follow him. “I can tell you about the people here. You would only know Theo and Remus. He comes from 1989. He turned thirty last month. We’ve had other people from your world, but they went home. Current theory is that the bus takes people from before their death or before they make some wrong choice. People who don’t get involved with the group get sent back in some form. We don’t know if they get sent to the same place or some other reality. Remus and I think that it’s some other reality.”