"We'll find something." Al cautiously avoided the issue of Peter Pettigrew just yet. Although he could, of course, argue that Peter was a suitable friend of Al's age, just like Dad suggested. But he suspected that Dad will not buy that line of arguments for a second.
"Um, it's fine," Al drank his tea down quicker than usual. "Actually, Scor and Lori are probably waiting for me. I better go. Bye, dad!"
He set down the cup and dashed off the couch and past his dad with the speed of an Al on a Mission.
Whew, he thought, taking the stairway down, and shook his head to clear his mind. Don't think of sensations, don't think of them! Don't feel.