Al knitted his eyebrows together as she spoke and he tried to make sense of it all. Not only was he still trying to catch up as to what was actually going on, but now he had this random girl was giving him a flower, saying that he reminded him of someone important, and yet… sounding completely uncaring about it? He was starting to feel like he had been dropped in some sort of sick and twisted fun house that was there just to drive him slightly insane.
He blinked. “Uh, no, it’s fine.” He stood there awkwardly for a second, uncertain of what he was supposed to say and half wishing he had just let the girl run off like she had originally intended to do. It probably would have saved him quite a bit of grief.
“Er- what’s your name?” he finally asked.
He was standing there, with a letter from Pomfrey saying that he was displaced from time in one hand and a random daisy from a rather odd girl in the other. When he finally found his apartment or flat or house or whatever the hell he owned here, he was going to take a nice long nap before he tried to figure anything else out.