„You don’t seem so happy" he said. „I know, New York is far away but—I need to leave" he took the other boys hands in his and looked him deeply in the eyes. „I"m tired of England...I’m tired of the weather, I’m tired of Stonehenge right besides my house, I’m tired of being the son of Voldemort to everyone...you need to understand that I need more, I want my childhood back" he brushed Albus hair away from his face and he could see the slow tears burning up in his eyes. „And I’m tired of keep faking to have a British accent just to fit in even when I have the most American voice you could ever imagine"