"After...but that was two years ago," Al said, face scrunched up in confusion again. It seemed that Preya really did fuck with timelines, because he'd just spoken to Scorpius but if Scorpius had been here two years in Al's timeline but only a month in his own...nope, it was far too much to try to straighten out without some alcohol.
Much easier to focus on the rest of it. "Of course he has cats," Al said, rolling his eyes. He knew that Scorpius would see right through it. "Probably should keep your frog away. Pretty sure they'd try to eat it." He shook his head, amused at the idea. "Yeah, he's pretty brilliant." So he and Jamie were from about the same timeline then, give or take a year. That was something. "How does that work here, anyway? I can't imagine they have something like St. Mungo's for him to work at."
They headed to the bar, whereupon Al ordered them both something very strong with a lot of vodka while Scorpius found a table. "The Kingsby is basically like a mix of the Three Broomsticks and the Hog's Head, only with better whiskey," Al said as he sat. "I haven't made it anywhere else though." He took a large sip of his drink. "I've noticed that. It's going to take some getting used to, not dancing around the whole subject of magic and all."