Albus would have noticed Draco sooner if he hadn't been so distracted by trying to figure out where the hell he was. So he was more focused on architecture rather than people at the moment - at least until he was practically slammed into. Albus Potter was... well, he was fairly tall. Solid too, from years of playing Quidditch as a beater. Which meant he took a step back, startled by the impact, and almost lost his balance but not quite.
"Careful," he said instinctively, free arm darting out to make sure that Draco didn't fall, but then he stopped dead, so startled his eyes widened. It wasn't Scorpius, he could tell that immediately, but he was certainly too young to be Draco Malfoy. "Uh."
He dropped his hand, grip on his gear bag shifting nervously. What the hell was going on?
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"Careful," he said instinctively, free arm darting out to make sure that Draco didn't fall, but then he stopped dead, so startled his eyes widened. It wasn't Scorpius, he could tell that immediately, but he was certainly too young to be Draco Malfoy. "Uh."
He dropped his hand, grip on his gear bag shifting nervously. What the hell was going on?