"I suspect I'll see the headmaster on the 31st, as scheduled," Al informed dad, stiffly. "Book cleaning day. But I might also find him in the Owlery before then."
It wasn't avoidance. Following a schedule was only logical. Al only hoped that the Compendium would understand why Al couldn't visit and deliver the weekly spine-scratching.
He took a sip of his tea. Milky. Still bitter. Bearable. "But I'll see Scorpius and Lorcan later today. Um. How's mum?"