The now eighteen-year-old Albus Potter sat in his favorite spot on the property right outside of Hogwarts—his favorite spot being a specific large and tall tree—with a quill and notebook in his hand, as well as small bits of crumbs in his other hand to feed his pet canary inside her cage.
Besides feeding his new beloved pet and jotting down certain spells, creatures, and charms for preparation for the N.E.W.T he was to take in a few days, he was waiting for his boyfriend; they would always stay side by side for a while once it became dark, but not for THAT long of a while for them to pass their curfew.
Albus chose this specific tree because barely anyone else fancied being very close to the Whomping Willow; which it was. It was a wondrous place to avoid other students to tease him or to talk his ear off, and to have a good time alone with just him and his partner.
With his heart suddenly beating faster and his posture suddenly straightening up, the dark-haired teen saw his