Albus nodded one more time, and then turned over to face to wall, pulling the blanket over his face and closing his eyes – leaving Scorpius to stumble out of the room and up the stairs with a slight frown that said nothing other than how confused he was. Albus never wanted to be alone. Scorpius was his alone, that was what he had been telling everyone, so something was wrong. And he hated that he wasn’t able to fix it. He raced up the stairs, as carefully as he could so that he didn’t trip up, and ran straight into the kitchen to the place where his dad was sitting, ignoring everyone else and tapping on Draco’s shoulder.