Alex looked back into the room as the door opened, and swung his feet to the floor as his father came into the room. "Sure. I was just... Not sleeping." He tucked his hair behind his ear. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
He glanced around the small room, then nodded toward the duffel on the floor. "Everything but my toothbrush." He'd even packed the dark dress robes someone had brought. Aunt Fleur, probably. He'd forgotten to ask.
Alex looked at his father for a moment, then sighed and slid out of the windowsill. "I wish I didn't have to go."