"Scorpius is in Paris," Al sighed, tucking his wand in his pocket and following his brother out the door. Not that he'd force bus friend to attend a Weasley party, it was bad enough that he had to go to...
"What the Hell?"
Al stepped instinctively closer to his brother, pulling his wand. Growing up as Harry Potters son had taught Al one thing, at least. Constant vigilance.
"Is this, Jamie, is this Hogwarts? It couldn't be, could it? Except it clearly was. There was Hagrids hut, and the lake, and the castle.
"Is this a prank? Did Uncle George make a portkey again?"