"It's different with your dad,' Al grumbled. "But fine. I'll give him, and me , a chance. We're the same age anyway. Did I tell you it was my birthday? We were going to the stupid Weasley party. I thought the worst thing I was going to have to do today was put up with my Grandmother passive aggressively telling me how shitty I am. Then whoop, time travel. And all those cousins I was trying so hard to avoid are dead..." He felt that hysterical laughter in the back of his throat, and hid his face in Scorpius' hair.
"I had a bloody five year plan," he mumbled into Scorpius' scalp. He sighed, and resurfaced. "You'd be better at public relations than Kirley Duke." Al had met him at enough functions to know that was true without a shadow of a doubt. "He may be famous but he's about as diplomatic as a horny cat."