"Huh?" Draco asked, clearly preoccupied because since when did he 'huh?' Albus Dumbledore? "No, I'm looking for my baggage. The key-" Something about Dumbledore wasn't right, and it stopped Draco's movement.
Alright, several things about Albus Dumbledore weren't right, like the fact he was almost the same age as Draco and had fiery red hair, but this was a different thing. Something else. Draco turned to look at the man, but nothing else seemed quite out of the ordinary. Perhaps it had only been Albus' voice. Although, the longer Draco looked at him, the more something else did seem to be the matter, though it was so subtle that Draco couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Are you alright?" he asked, as he pulled the first piece of luggage from under his bed.