I chase after my husband, not even bothering to excuse myself. I know they won't care if I get up and leave.

"Scorpius!" I hiss, chasing him up the stairs. He turns around.

"What, Rose?" He asks. I sigh.

"They're your parents. I'm going to say sorry," I tell him numbly, "It's polite,"
"No you're not," Scorpius tells me sharply, "They'll crush you like a bug,"
"At least let me try!" I snap, "I want to try and be nice to them!"

"They're evil," Scorpius rolls his eyes.

"Shush!" I hush him.

"Trust me," Scorpius tells me, "I lived with them for seventeen years,"

"Well then, I'm doomed, aren't I?" I ask sarcastically. I poke my tongue out and so does he.

"Any way, if you do go down, make sure Mum's not in that white dress of hers," He informs me, "That's her pureblood-maniac dress,"
"Got it," I nod.

"Awesome," Scorpius rolls his eyes, "Now are you going to go kick some pureblood butt?"
"You're a pureblood," I remind him softly.

"You know what I mean," He grins crazily and I nod.

"I do, Scorpius. Definitely,"