Re: Jamie and Scorpius
Jamie laughed at the admonishment. "But, if I was perfectly proper and followed all the niceties without any press about, even your grandmother knows you'd have to check me for hexes or Imperius." He might not be as bad as his dad when it came to social pleasantries, but Jamie didn't do formal the way the Malfoys did. He wasn't sure anyone, with the possible exception of Regulus Black, did the formal social niceties that way any more.
Surprised and oddly touched at the reason, Jamie smiled, one of the sort of smiles the press never got to see. "Thank you. I...appreciate the thought." He had tried to pretend for years that it didn't matter. He was over the disappointment. But, the way he knew he'd lit up at seeing his dad come out onto the tower battlements, cake in hand, told him he wasn't as over it as he'd thought. It would have been crushing if it had happened here. "It was good, though. We talked, really talked, and shared the cake. Then we had dinner just the two of us last night." Honestly, it was probably the best birthday for their relationship since Jamie could count his age in single digits.
"That's a step forward, though, being able to start healing some of the damage, right? How's your dad holding up?" he asked, thinking Draco Malfoy had to be feeling rough with his son so badly injured and his father teetering on the brink of death. Then he frowned, confused. "What do you mean you wouldn't look like you? Like 'you but different'? Or If I saw you on the street and didn't know, I wouldn't recognize you?"