Al had never been intimidated by his father's fame except when it came to his ability to thwart dark wizards. His father always described it as luck and the help of some very talented friends. Al always felt his dad downplayed his own ability - something he knew he couldn't replicate. Al had accepted that he wasn't his father. In fact, he was rather happy he wasn't his dad but entering into the Ministry meant that he would constantly be compared to his father and that sort of pressure wasn't something Al wanted for himself.
"I suppose we've plenty of time to figure out the future now," Al said, happy that he hadn't yet had to decide what was to happen after school. He was enjoying his days at the castle, pretending that he wasn't about to leave in another six months. It was still practically the beginning of term and Al was happy to be blissfully unaware of what lay ahead.
Al glanced up at the sign that indicated the tavern and he nodded his head. "I've never actually been inside but I'm sure they have ale. I haven't seen anything too suspicious regarding the shops. The entire village seems as normal as any back home which, I suppose, is strange in it's own way."
Al stepped into the tavern and walked over to the bar, ordering two pints. He wanted to ask why Scor's dad was sending his mum away but he thought better of it. From what he had overheard from his dad and from what he had seen, Mr. Malfoy was a strange man prone to moods. It was best not to question why Mr. Malfoy did anything in particular. "So fill me in on what's happened since I was gone," Al said, itching to fill the time gap between himself and Scor. "Did anything exciting happen like the giant squid suddenly deciding to move into the Whomping Willow?"