Scorpius looked up at his grandfather, studying him. He couldn't break down to his mother. She wouldn't let him. He couldn't to Jamie, that was over. He had to be strong for his dad who was going to lose his only son. Their family name would die with him.
"Do you know what I have done all day? I have listed off stupid things in my room for people to take when I die, kind of like a will. My quaffle and broom go to dad. My discman goes to Al, my cards to Craig. There's a whole list. Stuff for you and Grandma and Mum." He looked down and a tear leaked out of his eye. "I'm not getting better." He wiped it off, controlling it again.
"What else do you want me to say? I'm not ready to die but I have to be, don't I?"