Dad had always said that Mr. Malfoy had been a terrible snot. Uncle Ron had called him the git on a regular basis. Jamie had always assumed that they were exaggerating, because Scorpius' dad couldn't be that bad. He was starting to rethink and the man had only said a few sentences.
"Right, Draco Malfoy, I'm James Sirius Potter. Harry's son. I fear that I can't show you the Floo, because there is no Floo. There's been a little magical interference and well- you're here now," he said. "This hotel is magical and also intent on screwing with people's lives. It bring people from different times and places here."
Jamie looked at the coins, shaking his head. "You can have your money back. It's not good here anyway. The hotel provides for most things. Did you already listen to the message with your room? Do you know which one?"