Soon after the drama in the Great Hall, a bell rang to signal the begging of lessons.
"Right, well we've got Potions first," Rose announced after quickly scanning her personal timetable they were handed earlier that morning.
"Unlucky! Well, I've got Charms, so I'm upstairs. Be careful though, I'm pretty sure Professor Macmillan has eyes in the back of his head!"
"Oh, back off James! We don't need babysitting!" Albus sulked; he hated it when his brother treated him like he was still six.
"Alright, Alright!" He laughed, ruffling his younger brothers thick, dark hair. He smiled softly, the resemblance between them was uncanny, only his brother was small, slight and a lot more self-conscious (although he never mentioned it to his brother, he knew he was well aware of it himself). He did often get called big headed, but it was just part of his nature; something he was not willing to change.
James gave Rose a quick hug, ruffled his brothers hair once more, and waved goodbye to Cleo, going red faced. He hurried down the corridors, ensuring he was not late to lessons. The others watched him as he took the moving stairs two at a time, racing towards an already moving staircase, and leaping onto it.
"He sure is a Gryffindor," Rose tutted, although only meaning well.
Although he did not mention it, when Rose said that a little blast of pain shot through Albus' chest. Was everyone always going to think of him as James' baby brother?