Al cocked his head slightly at hearing her name. He knew he recognized it, but with all of the confusion in the past few hours, he couldn’t even begin to figure out where he knew the name from. He was sure that it would come to him later, when he had settled down some. He’d always had a knack for history, and he was pretty sure that’s where he recognized the name from. And if the letter was true and it was a displacement of time that would make perfect sense.
“Er… Albus Potter.” He felt kind of awkward giving his full name, but she had, so it only felt proper. “But just call me Al.”
Then when she asked if he was alone, he couldn’t help but think that this is about the time when he would generally be murdered into a Muggle movie. Then, he realized that he had probably seen too many Muggle movies in his life and that he should probably stop watching those. He blinked at Merope a little owlishly.
“Uh… no, I don’t mind. Actually, I’m somewhat lost,” he admitted awkwardly.