As soon as he heard a voice, Draco turned around. One moment, he'd been about to open the potion shop and the next, he found himself in this rubbish hotel. Draco spun around to address the man beside him. "I'm now certain this is a terrible misunderstanding. My name is Draco Malfoy, as you should know, not Scorpius. I only know od one Albus and I'm right glad he's not here."
This was all ridiculous. He couldn't be seen in a terrible place like this. This wasn't worthy of a Malfoy of all things. No, he deserved to be home, or at the very least, in Diagon. Not here. A shiny black shoe lifted from the ground and Draco shook his foot, as if he were shaking it clear from dirt. "If you could direct me to the Floo network, I'll be on my way." As an after thought, Draco pulled out a mix of coins, handing them over to Jamie. "I'd be grateful if you pretended this incident never happened." He squinted at the boy in front of him, trying to place what seemed familiar, but he was already made a fool of. The last thing Draco wanted to do was be made a fool of twice.