There was something just not right with this boy, but Lucius supposed he shouldn't be surprised. What more could he expect of the offspring of a Potter and Weasley. Any Black blood the boy had from the Weasley side was obviously diluted, and what was left was a stuttering, awkward mess.
"His job. As a model." Lucius still wasn't sold on that profession, though he'd resigned himself to having to accept it. Still, Scorpius had a chance to remake himself in this new world, and there was hope he'd find a more suitable career for a Malfoy. He raised a brow at Albus's admission of his own career. Perhaps there was more to this Potter than met the eye. "Experimental charms? That was always an interesting department in my day."