Scorpius had been settling into life in the City fairly well, though he was starting to get rather homesick. Even when he'd been at Hogwarts, he'd still written his mother every day, and he'd had Al with him. Now all he had was the photograph he'd found in his welcome box- it was a picture of him and Al at Al and Rose's combined graduation party. He couldn't help but carry it around with him, though that was partially out of worry that Draco would discover it. He didn't want to have that conversation until he was a little more certain of how it would go.

He was knocked out of his reverie, rather a dangerous thing to be in, even in a nicer part of the city like this, by a very familiar face. The very one he'd just been thinking about.

"Al?"