"Tell me about it," Scorpius says, frowning. His mother had been overly protective of him growing up, which mean no flying on brooms when she was around until he was at least eight. It was sort of embarrassing to say they'd had the pitch longer than that and he hadn't used it until then and even then, minimally. Under his father's supervision.

"Sometimes it's like living in a museum." After he says it, he realizes he's talking to James and not Albus, and he goes a little red at the honesty of his admission.

"Anyway. What else do the great Potters have besides a pond with ducks? Please at least tell me you have a secret cave or something." There were a lot of rumors, and Al was very hush-hush about it all.