Albus exited his room after what felt like days. It was thrilling to actually be escaping from his house, let alone to see his best friend. "Mother, I'm off for a date!" He yelled towards the kitchen as he picked out his favorite broom from the closet. "What's the lucky ladies name?" His father's voice barked from the other room. "Molly something or other. She's a hufflepuff." "Be home at a reasonable time, dear, and don't hang out with that Scorpius boy!" Albus held back a snort as he skipped out the door. He mounted his broom and disapeared into the cloudy night. The decision was, as always, to meet in London.