Draco couldn't have been more relieved. It never occurred to him that Scorpius might just not think about the War. Draco couldn't imagine that. It was better now, but he still thought about the things he did every single day. What did they say about him, that Scorpius hadn't dwelled on the past at all.
"I'm having lunch with him!" Draco said, defensively. Because really that was a lot more than he'd ever planned to give his father. "But he's not the man you knew, Scorpius. He's not the father from my time either. He's a Lucius Malfoy who hasn't had to face any of the consequences for his actions. That's, it makes him, better, in some ways, because he's not so, he didn't lose himself the way he did after Azkaban, but it makes him, unpredictable. Dangerous. I don't know why the castle brought him here like that."