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Firewhisky on you.

Potter I am not sure there's a supply of firewhisky in the world large enough to sustain us both at this moment.

*holds out two large glasses and a bottle*

*opens the bottle, pours a generous amount into both glasses and half raises his in a mock toast before taking a long sip*

I'm not cut out for a daughter. Sons? Sons I think I can handle. This is too much. She's too young. Your son is too young to be sending anyone flowers.

*takes a long drink*

I should be less... fond of my son. His mother wanted me to send him to Durmstrang. I found the thought of being separated from Scorpius by such a distance... distasteful.

He most certainly is too young to send flowers.

I've get the same and I'm the kid.

Family is nothing if not ... complex.

You've got no idea.

Ever feel like you're one big dissapointment although they tell you you aren't?

It's hard work. What's happened?

My son Scorpius has made a gesture of ... friendship to your namesake. He sent her lilies in a vase and all the current textbooks for First Years at Hogwarts.

Nothing sinister... merely unsettling to her father and myself.

*takes a large gulp of firewhisky*

*reasonably* They're children. Make no move to discourage it or both will just to get on your nerves.

Allow them to behave as friends, in time they will exhaust themselves and part. ~~Probably. Or they may be more like Sev and I.~~

Of course you are correct. Scorpius is in school. He is devoted to his studies and hopefully soon will be on the Quidditch team. Those two things should serve as adequate distractions.

~~You are not soothing my nerves in the least~~

See? There's been talk that Lily is best suited to Ravenclaw, so two years distance and a separate House should be reasonable enough barriers when they recognize them.

~~...Well. Recall what happened to Sev and I. Perhaps that'll ease you.~~

I gather sending pulling him out of Hogwarts and stuffing him up the nearest floo to Durmstrang would be a gross overreaction?... pity.

Oh, I'm sure his education would be better at Hogwarts. Any idea who is Headmaster now? Or Mistress, perhaps?

Oh, Father.

Son... your taste in flowers is impeccable. *through clenched jaw* The generosity of the gesture does you credit.

Of course it's impeccable. I am your son.