Teddy paused at the sight of the black haired boy pouring over an open book. Albus had suddenly taken to reading everything he could lay his hands on. Teddy sat in the armchair next to him.
"You alright, Albie?"
"Huh?" Albus looked up from his book, his eyes looking muddled. He shut the book wearily, his little hands barely managing to hold onto the edges. Teddy had to remind himself that at 8 years old Albus wasn't all that little anymore. "I'm fine."
"You've been reading a lot lately."
Albus hesitated anxiously and Teddy changed his hair to a bright red, Albus's favourite. Albus sighed heavily.
"I know. It's just James is funny and everyone expects me to be the clever."
"You are funny too. And clever, cleverer than me anyway."
"Don't be silly Teddy, you're older than me." Albus said with the frankness only an 8 year old can show. "I want to be noticed too." He jutted out his chin and looked defiantly up at Teddy.
Teddy had watched all these next generation kids grow up burdened with the reputation of their parents. The thing was they weren't their parents. Teddy guessed he had that problem too and no doubt would forever.
"You are noticed, Albie. For being Albus Severus Potter."
Albus leaned back into the squishy armchair and let out a great breathe.
"I do have a funny name, don't I?"
Teddy laughed and laughed as his hair turned bright blue.
