@mollisms Albus Potter had always been a grandmas boy when he was younger. He spent many years at his grandmothers house, trailing behind her when he was younger. But, as he got older he naturally drifted away from his cute little Al phase of always being her special helper, to well, some sort of person that wasn't at all like how he was. Staying the weekend just wasn't the same as when he was younger. He wasn't as enthusiastic as he'd of been if he were still that toddler boy. He didn't resent the idea of staying at his grandparents alone...but it wasn't in his favor either. Albus had gone through many changes as he got older. His hair got longer, his clothes darker, and piercings started to appear as well in places that weren't the ears. But deep down she could still connect to that boy...maybe. Leaning against the door frame of the burrow, he gave a scowl, his father and mother knocking on the front of the door, instead of opting to floo. "Hi Gran," Albus says weakly.