Peace. That’s all you wanted this morning. A bit of quiet. Maybe a hot cup of tea that hadn’t gone cold for once.

Instead? There’s a bang, a suspicious sizzle, and the not-so-innocent giggling of your son echoing through the halls. You drop your spoon.

“Scorpius,” you call, cautiously. “What did you do?”

No answer. Just… more giggling.

You turn the corner into the sitting room and—Merlin’s beard. The cat is bright blue, floating three feet above the floor, the curtains are now… breathing?, and Draco Lucius Malfoy is standing in the middle of the chaos with his wand half-raised and a look on his face that screams “I did not teach him that.”

You blink. “What. Happened.”

Draco clears his throat, “I might’ve—hypothetically—told him about that time I hexed Blaise's shoes to walk on their own.” “And?” “And he might’ve asked if he could try something ‘cool like that’ too.”

You slowly turn to your son. Scorpius smiles like he invented mischief. Blonde hair a mess, robes smudged with soot, wand proudly tucked behind his ear like a mini Malfoy menace.

“Scorpius. Hyperion. Malfoy.”

His eyes go wide. Draco visibly flinches beside him.

“You turned the cat blue?” “It was supposed to be green!” “That does not make it better!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I swear, the two of you—” “Oi, don’t lump me in—” “DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY. Don’t you dare pretend you’re innocent. I have your Hogwarts records.”

Scorpius whispers to Draco, “Are you in trouble?” “Always.”