Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

DELPHI: Well — someone’s got to do something about this.
SCORPIUS: Delphi, none of it worked, time-turning, we failed.
DELPHI: I know. Albus owled me. The history books changed but not enough — Cedric still died.
In fact, failing the first task only made him more determined to win the second.
SCORPIUS: And Ron and Hermione have gone completely skewwhiff — and I still haven’t figured
out why.
DELPHI: And that’s why Cedric has to wait. It’s all become quite confused and you’re entirely
right to be keeping hold of the Time-Turner, Scorpius. But what I meant was — someone’s
got to do something about the two of you.
SCORPIUS: Oh.
DELPHI: You’re best friends. Every owl he sends I can feel your absence. He’s destroyed by it.
SCORPIUS: Sounds like he’s found a shoulder to cry on. How many owls has he sent you now?
DELPHI smiles softly.
Sorry. That’s — I didn’t mean — I just — don’t understand what’s going on. I’ve tried to see
him, talk to him, but every time I do he runs off.
DELPHI: You know, I didn’t have a best friend when I was your age. I wanted one. Desperately.
When I was younger I even invented one but —
SCORPIUS: I had one of those too. Called Flurry. We fell out over the correct rules of Gobstones.
DELPHI: Albus needs you, Scorpius. That’s a wonderful thing.
SCORPIUS: He needs me to do what?
DELPHI: That’s the thing, isn’t it? About friendships. You don’t know what he needs. You only
know he needs it. Find him, Scorpius. You two — you belong together.