"Oh, Albus." Harry felt at a loss. Despite having volunteered to come in and talk to his son, he still had no idea what he wanted to say – or what he was supposed to do. Albus was – although they had been getting on better since everything that had happened with Delphini Riddle – still a mystery to him. He was hard to read, and Harry wasn’t the strongest reader of emotions anyway. "Is there anything I can do to make school better for you?"