He raised his hand and excused himself to the bathroom. His walk was fast—he almost ran. Scorpius kicked the door open to the boys bathroom that no one’s using anyways. He lade his hands on the sink and looked into the broke mirror—tears were streaming out of his eyes. He pulled his tie and tried to get more air in his lungs. His heart wouldn’t get any slower—he lad his Hand in his chest and wishes Albus was here.