"You need your strength, which is why resting is good," he said, sighing as Scorpius went on. "No, he won't be, but he won't have all the supporters he did either."
He got up from the bed, smiling a bit. "You will get better, Scorpius. You're a Malfoy, we're above such petty things as death." Only his father hadn't been. Not that he could allow himself to think of that now. "I'll let you know when I'm ready to continue our lessons," he said, walking out the door.