As she asked where he was going, Al had a brief moment of hesitancy as he realized that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to show this random woman where he would be living. But he really was lost and had never been good at finding his way around (traveling with Scorpius had left Scorpius in charge of where they went because Al just couldn’t keep them on track to save his life). He considered the lesser of the two evils and finally held out Pomfrey’s letter toward her, gesturing toward the bottom of the page where a rough address was scrawled.
“That’s where I’m headed. I don’t live there where I’m, ah, from,” –he made it sound like he was just a foreigner or something- “so I’m not even sure what I’m looking for.”
He blinked at her again when she asked if she was bothering him. He shook his head out of habit (how many times had Lils asked him that while they were growing up?) “Of course not,” he said, politely. “I really could use your help.”