Scorpius was anxious to meet his grandfather again. In the months that he had been here, he had adjusted to the oddities of doubles and age differences. It wasn't as bad getting to know his family again as he would have thought. It wasn't bad having three fathers either, or versions of his father. Now he had his grandparents here, and he was happy about it.
He exited the building, looking for a familiar head of blonde hair. Lucius stood out among the crowd. Any Malfoy did, really. He moved past a few people on the street, brushing back strands of hair. He was lucky that the genetics were so strong in their family. It made him readily accepted, as it should be. He would have hated the rejection. "Hello, Grandfather," he said, extending his hand, "I'm Scorpius."