Re: Draco/Scorpius
Scorpius followed his father in silence, because obviously something was going on. His father did not have a room at Hogwarts. No one did. When they reached the room, Scorpius looked suspiciously around. "This is the staff room. Or supposed to be."
He sat on the couch, crossing his legs, the slit opening up and showing off his long legs. Scorpius had picked it it on purpose. "One sugar and a splash of milk," he answered in automatic, before realising that it was an stupid question since his father knew well how he liked tea.
"And stop with the tea and tell me what's happening. This-" he said, waving his hands in the air. "This is not the party I was going to."