Maybe it was the man's calm, pleasant demeanor, or those twinkling eyes, or the phoenix. Perhaps it was the fact that Hugo was hungry. Throwing reason out, his better sense of judgment finally relented. He sat down and listened without thinking the man was bonkers.
"Let's suppose I believe you," Hugo said, taking the journal back. It was then that he noticed his name was embossed on the cover. "I believe that you're Albus Dumbledore and we're in some place outside of normal time. Who decided to bring us all here? Who decides what we're to do? Is there someone in charge?"
Hugo frowned down at himself. "They ought to ask before dragging a bloke in with nothing but his pajamas," he grumbled. "I don't even have my wand!"