"Probably not," Scorpius admitted, although he wasn't sure. "Someone I can't see you spending time at the type of parties Mr. Potter used to go to." Scorpius laughed. "Or I can be less dramatic and can't really think of a need that required an extra room to do it."
Scorpius made a face. "Let's just say that all my beach time starts around four in the afternoon, which is actually rather nice, because all the families leave, the sun is still warm, but doesn't burn and you can sleep during the day." It was a win/win situation for him. "I mean, it's not like anything here there's any mystery, but whatever."
He snorted. "It's been eight years with stone walls. If there are any others we need to worry that the ghost have been brewing potions."
He could understand that. It was the reason he walked around so much. It physically tired him enough that he could sleep. Although it might get better now that Albus was here. "I can't say that I'm a fan of birds, and it's not like we have anyone to owl at the moment."