Scorpius was a night owl. It was the life of a model, with the late parties that ended before breakfast, loud music that kept you awake through the wee hours. There was nothing like this here, but he got antsy. He couldn't bother his father who seemed to look at Mr. Potter with stars in his eyes and wasn't that weird. Albus would have a ball here.
Albus- Scorpius missed his friend all ready. He missed all the Weasleys and Potters, even Jamie and he didn't say that easily, but right now, he'd even take some teasing from the Gryffindor's poster child.
Apparently fate seemed to agree with him, because he ended up seeing another Potter. He hadn't met the grandfather yet, but it was impossible not to know who that was. "Are you all right, Mr. Potter?" Scorpius asked.