Ravenclaw? Draco's mouth fell open a little at what that meant. No Malfoy had ever been sorted a Ravenclaw. Ever. And he would know! Draco had been subjected to Sunday morning family tree recitations in the gardens all throughout his youth. He understood now, all too well, why Scorpius believed himself a disappointment to the family. Subverting the family expectations in such an overt way... though of course Draco knew his sorting hadn't been his own doing and Scorpius clearly felt responsible.
"There are worse houses," he ended up saying, clearly a little disappointed that his son had apparently not followed in his footsteps in any matter that mattered. And yet still, it wasn't Gryffindor, or worse, Hufflepuff. Now that, that would be truly terrible. "That's not important, Scorpius. Surely nothing to cry on stoops."