Scorpius couldn't help but smile at his father's nervousness. "Have no fear, dad. You were and are amazing," he said, lifting his drink in salute and taking a sip. It was so odd telling his dad what a good father he was, when his father was about eight years younger than him here.
"I believe it was called S.P.E.W. Lily Luna told me about it once, in school. Hermione Weasley, as she was when she was grown, had a tremendous effect on the futures of the house elves," he said with a nod. It was common knowledge, the natural magical ability that Hermione had. That, and her passion. Scorpius frowned, glancing around to see if anyone from the wizarding world was here. "Thats too bad. I hate that people can be so narrow-minded about us. We can be far superior, but that's no fault of ours." He paused, considering. "I think that, without a war, the prejudices subsided a bit. Of course, Slytherin still gets a bad rep."