[ This is so weird. It's much, much harder to tell the twins apart at this age, especially since they're practically acting as a single unit, and Angus can't keep track of which one is speaking at any given moment. He holds both hands up in a placating, look-at-how-harmless-I-am sort of gesture (that's honestly undercut by the wand sticking out of his vest), and stalls for time while he tries to think of a good explanation. If the twins listen closely, they might be able to hear him internally screaming. ]

Nobody sent me, honest! I'm... I'm not rich, I don't have any money on me, and... I'm lost.

[ That last part comes out a bit lamely, but it's true. He really has no idea where he is. Angus is a painfully earnest kid who usually believes that honesty is the best policy, but that approach doesn't seem to be working in his favour, and he can tell that going 'hey, you're actually my magic teacher from the future' will absolutely not end well for him. ]

... Um, I still have a few spell slots left, I can cast Zone of Truth on myself if that'd make you believe me? I can't go back the way we came, and... do you guys know how to get out of this forest?