“So what is Scorpius’s idea this time?” Albus asked me curiously.

“He’s laboring under the impression that he created a time-turner. He wants to test it, and he wants me to help,” I quickly explained.

“And you’re helping him?” Albus sounded incredulous. I hurriedly defended myself.

“I don’t want him to kill himself. He’s annoying, but I would be sad if he died I guess.”

“Oh, it’s so small,” Scorpius said affectionately. I glared at him.

“Small? SMALL?” That thing’s five feet long, NOT including the tentacles.” I stressed, and he looked at it, seemed to give it a once over, then turned back to me.

“No, I think it’s more around six feet long actually.”

“That’s not helping!”

"Scorpius? What kind of a name is that? Sound's like something Draco Malfoy would name his son." Dad snorted. Lupin and I looked at him carefully.

"Um…didn't you here him say his name? It's Scorpius Malfoy." I said. I look of anger came over his face.

Oops. Time to backtrack, Rose.

Here's the thing about Scorpius: he tends to jump into things. Blindly. Preferably if they're dangerous or idiotic. For instance, setting pranks in the occasional hallway as retaliation for being "sorted" into Slytherin.

We were in one of those occasional hallways.