"The palace?" Albus repeated carefully, unsure if he'd heard the stranger correctly. This morning really was becoming more and more bizarre by the moment. He half expected one of his colleagues, or a student, or someone to come round the corner at any moment and perhaps shed some light on the situation, but the fourth floor remained disconcertingly empty.
If he understood correctly, which he wasn't sure he was, this man had arrived from a bathroom. The only facilites nearby that Albus could think of were the ones by the statue of the two-nosed witch, but that didn't seem right. And what was that about a potion?
He also wasn't entirely comfortable being called 'darling' by a complete stranger.
The bag of doxies still slung over his shoulder gave an irritated wriggle, pulling Albus back to the conversation.
"Albus Dumbledore," he replied, distractedly. "I teach transfiguration. And yourself?" It was automatic, really, the polite enquiry. As if the stranger wasn't stubbornly undressed and making zero sense in the middle of a hallway. The professor shook his head a fraction. "I'm sorry... what were you saying about a potion?"