"Don't speak his name," Scorpius said, a look of disdain and calm anger on his features. "To hear it from the lips of your degenerate and backward kind will insult his memory." He had a hand in his jacket. Ready to take the wand out, if he needed it. Or wanted it. And he was starting to want it.
But he also thought he should tell her. This one was different too. She didn't really seem to know. "My father is not fine. He was never hear, do not say these lies! He was.. murdered.. by one of your kind. A member of Dumbledore's Army. Perhaps it should be Dumbledore's Assassins instead. Before my ninth birthday, I discovered a toad beside my father's body. A keen mind such as yours, I should not have to spell out what that means....."