Thanks, Uncle Ron. [Albus is tempted to give his uncle a hug out of habit, but restrains himself. For one, Ron looks as though he's had enough mind scrambling thoughts for one day. For the other, he's not oblivious to the fact that Ron - this Ron, and even to some extent, future Ron - still can't get past Scorpius' last name.
He lets Scorpius' tug pull him towards the door, giving his uncle one last smile before he turns. He brushes his hand against Scorpius' own, squeezing it gently. It's an apology of sorts, one that doesn't seem to change no matter what time period they're in.]
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He lets Scorpius' tug pull him towards the door, giving his uncle one last smile before he turns. He brushes his hand against Scorpius' own, squeezing it gently. It's an apology of sorts, one that doesn't seem to change no matter what time period they're in.]