"Ah, so that's how we're going to play this," Kirley said, his grin sliding into more of a smirk. It seemed his subconscious wanted to play hard to get, that was all right. He liked a challenge. Even when that challenge was his own mind. "The Bubble Palace, dove. It's much better than this drafty old castle, and no sticky children running about."
Kirley eyed the bag the man was carrying over his shoulder, wondering what sort of surprise was inside that was wriggling that way. However, when the man said his name all thoughts of the bag were driven from his mind. "Wait. What did you say? I must have heard you wrong." There was no way his subconscious would have come up with Albus Dumbledore, so something was very wrong here unless the potion was designed to simulate a young Dumbledore.
"The Mellow Yellow potion I took. It's giving me really weird trip. Albus Dumbledore? The fuck."