It was disorienting to suddenly be pulled from one’s time. Well, that’s what Albus thought anyway. He felt as though he had just stepped off of one of those Muggle Rollercoaster after having stuffed his face just minutes before. The only saving grace was the letter that Madam Pomfrey had sent. Question was, how in the world did she know he had just arrived? But that question was only briefly in his head as he had come to the conclusion early on that most of the older witches and wizards had secret ways of keeping eyes on the younger generation – his parents included.
He looked over the letter for the third time as he walked down the unfamiliar street. As it had warned him, this was nothing like Muggle or Wizarding or any other London that he had ever seen. It spoke of his home, but he hadn’t exactly had one in the time he had come from, so he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. Logically, Al figured that he must have been dropped off somewhere relatively near it, so he thought that has long as he walked around in the area, something should eventually pop out to him…
Al ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. This could take a while.