Lyra and Scorpius find an old pendant in Mom's things.
On Saturday they went to Hogsmeade in a big Slytherin company. Lyra and Skorp watched everything as if they had really seen everything for the first time. Cafes, shops and everything else has been restored and looks much newer in their time. But the atmosphere emanating from the "Three Brooms" of the parents' times is simply indescribable.
They entered the cafe to Blaise's stormy stories about what a trump and wonderful place they have in this institution. But as soon as they walked into the back of the hall, all the Slytherins seemed to have grown into the floor.
There were Gryffindors sitting at the table Blaze was pointing to. Ron Weasley had victory on his face. He liked to "win" the snakes like that.
— What the fuck? — Malfoy growls.
— It seems the Gryffindors have confused their table near the toilet with ours, — Parkinson laughs and takes a step forward.
— Can't we sit down together? — Scorpius gives his voice and already feels sorry, because the evil looks of the guys are directed at him.
— And what, we've never done this, maybe we'll try? — Blaze supports the idea of a new one and cheerfully jumps to a place near Ginny Weasley.
— I wanted to sit there, — Scorp hisses, and Lyra grins.
— I'll remind you again that these are the parents of YOUR Rose, so let's be quiet, — Lyra floats to a place near Theo and he smiles at her playfully. Scorpius and Draco collide foreheads near an empty seat next to Hermione. They drill into each other and Lyra is reminded of a moment from childhood. When Hermione beckoned to her son, and Draco rebelled with the words "This is my wife!". "And my mom!", a small Scorpion squeaked in response.
— I'll sit with my sister, — the guy said angrily, giving way to his father. This time he decided to lose in order to win against him repeatedly in the future.
Draco plops down next to Granger and briefly whispers something into her hair.
—Firewhisky to everyone, — Blaise squeaks cheerfully, and some look askance at him. It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
— And fruit, — Ginny supports him and everyone gives up before morning drinking.
