Dad,
I'd like to call you by that title someday when I'm not obliged to address you as 'father' and mum as 'mother.' Granddad says that those who engage in polite society do not use such plebian titles to address their sires, or should I say – Grandfather.
Your loving son,
Scorpius
Granddad,
I don't fully understand your discontentment. Yes, Harry Potter saved us all, and you – especially you – should be unwaveringly grateful. Though, that's not to say I don't respect you, because surely I've absorbed the Malfoy pride for family values. You shouldn't dwell too much on the past, for that will be the death of you.
Respectfully yours,
Scorpius
Scorpius scrunched up both pieces of parchment and took aim toward the fireplace. No more shall these thoughts exist in concrete form, but forever shall they remain shelved in his inner mind.
A/N: This was written on a farce, I'm far too tired to explain. It's 5:53 AM in the morning and I'm still awake. Great, this will not bode well with me by mid-morn. Toodles! ~Whillenwolf