SCORPIUS: Hi, Rose. Would you like some of my Fizzing Whizbees?
ROSE: I’ve just had breakfast, thanks.
SCORPIUS: I’ve also got some Shock-o-Choc, Pepper Imps, and some Jelly Slugs. Mum’s idea — she says
ALBUS: I’ll have some . . . Mum doesn’t let me have sweets. Which one would you start with?
SCORPIUS: Easy. I’ve always regarded the Pepper Imp as the king of the confectionery bag. They’re peppermint sweets that make you smoke at the ears.
ALBUS: Brilliant, then that’s what I’ll —
ROSE: I’m not hitting you.
ALBUS: You
SCORPIUS: She’s hitting you because of me.
ALBUS: What?
SCORPIUS: Listen, I know who you are, so it’s probably only fair you know who I am.
ALBUS: What do you mean you know who I am?
SCORPIUS: You’re Albus Potter. She’s Rose Granger-Weasley. And I am Scorpius Malfoy. My parents are Astoria and Draco Malfoy. Our parents — they didn’t get on.
ROSE: That’s putting it mildly. Your mum and dad are Death Eaters!
SCORPIUS
I know what the rumor is, and it’s a lie.
ALBUS: What — is the rumor?
SCORPIUS: The
ALBUS: To send her back where?
ROSE: The rumor is that he’s Voldemort’s son, Albus.
It’s probably rubbish. I mean . . . look, you’ve got a nose.
SCORPIUS: And it’s just like my father’s! I got his nose, his hair, and his name. Not that that’s a great thing either. I mean — father-son issues, I have them. But, on the whole, I’d rather be a Malfoy than, you know, the son of the Dark Lord.
ROSE: Yes, well, we probably should sit somewhere else. Come on, Albus.
ALBUS: No.
ROSE: Albus. I won’t wait.
ALBUS: And I wouldn’t expect you to. But I’m staying here.
ROSE: Fine!
SCORPIUS: Thank you.
ALBUS: No. No. I didn’t stay — for you — I stayed for your sweets.
SCORPIUS: She’s quite fierce.
ALBUS: Yes. Sorry.
SCORPIUS: No. I like it. Do you prefer Albus or Al?
ALBUS
SCORPIUS
ALBUS
ACT ONE, SCENE FOUR
TRANSITION SCENE
POLLY CHAPMAN: Albus Potter.
KARL JENKINS: A Potter. In our year.
YANN FREDERICKS: He’s got his hair. He’s got hair just like him.
ROSE: And he’s my cousin.
SORTING HAT:
I’ve done this job for centuries
On every student’s head I’ve sat
Of thoughts I take inventories
For I’m the famous Sorting Hat