Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

ALBUS: And pity’s good?
SCORPIUS: Pity is a start, my friend, a foundation on which to build a palace — a palace of lurve.
ALBUS: I honestly thought I’d be the first of us to get a girlfriend.
SCORPIUS: Oh, you will, undoubtedly, probably that new smoky-eyed Potions professor — she’s
old enough for you, right?
ALBUS: I don’t have a thing about older women!
SCORPIUS: And you’ve got time — a lot of time — to seduce her. Because Rose is going to take
years to persuade.
ALBUS: I admire your confidence.
ROSE: Hi.
ROSE comes past them on the stairs. She looks at them both.
Neither boy knows quite how to reply — she looks at SCORPIUS.
This is only going to be weird if you let it be weird.
SCORPIUS: Received and entirely understood.
ROSE: Okay. “Scorpion King.”
She walks off with a smile on her face. SCORPIUS and ALBUS look at each other. ALBUS grins
and punches SCORPIUS on the arm.
ALBUS: Maybe you’re right — pity is a start.
SCORPIUS: Are you heading to Quidditch? Slytherin are playing Hufflepuff — it’s a big one —
ALBUS: I thought we hated Quidditch?
SCORPIUS: People can change. Besides, I’ve been practicing. I think I might make the team this
year. Come on.
ALBUS: I can’t. My dad’s arranged to come up —
SCORPIUS: He’s taking time away from the Ministry?
ALBUS: He wants to go on a walk — something to show me — share with me — something.
SCORPIUS: A walk?