Ginny took hold of one of the other books, not wanting to disturb the moment. Scorpius’ handwriting was cascaded all over the pages, his delicate perfectionism personified on them. She thought back to what Albus had told her – "Scorpius’ notes make sense in my head – even with the Dyslexia, I just understand what he writes’. Scorpius had put a lot of thought into this. Draco, who was avoiding looking at Albus Potter’s face mushed against his son’s, smiled at Ginny as she gave him a pat on the shoulder.