Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling.
When he picked up his mail through the kitchen window, Albus smiled greatly as he recognised the round handwriting of his best friend on the envelope. Since the beginning of the holidays, he had been corresponding with Scorpius, who told him about his days at his grandmother's manor.
"It's Scorpius," guessed Harry, drinking his cup of tea. Albus's gaze crossed his father's, who was leaning against the sink. He had immediately accepted his son's sorting into Slytherin. Naturally, he had informed Scorpius of the situation. Albus nodded before quickly disappearing from Harry's sight, his steps leading him to his room.