In which Albus is a difficult one, a poor, harmless wall is kicked by one James Potter, and Scorpius Malfoy takes control.

His father had often spoke of Draco Malfoy, but it was always in a strange tone - a mix of reservation and disapproval. His uncle Ron, however, had been much more crude and open about the matter, and Albus got the distinct impression the Malfoys were no good. He was, understandably, intensely curious about the son that came from his father’s enemy.

In which Dexter Forest is an unknowing dealer, Scorpius is an unconscious bride, and Harry Potter unwittingly defies authority.

Then, of course, came the decision of what to do. He looked between them again, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Who should he help to the dungeons first? Ava or Scorpius? His girlfriend, or his best friend?

In which nobody evaporates, Azkaban is nobody's cup of tea, and someone makes a quick escape.

“No!” Albus retorted, a little louder. “Why are you so against him? You and James and the rest of the family - it’s getting ridiculous. He’s my friend, and you know full well none of your suspicion will stop that.”

In which James is naughty naughty, Scorpius probably won't be innocent, and Albus is a rather overenthusiastic vampire.

"You‘re not charming or lovable or whatever else other people see you as, not to me. You‘re a slime ball and a cheat and a heartbreaker, and I hate you, understand? One day my brother‘ll see sense, and then you might actually shut up. That‘s if you don‘t destroy him first.”

In which it is ridiculous how drunk everybody is at 3pm, Albus gets some dirty looks, and James is rambling.

A small smiled appeared on her lips. "You're so sweet, and you get so wound up over nothing. I think you might explode if I kiss you."