[He nearly snaps at Scorpius - not through any fault of his own, because when he's looking back at this from a reasonable standpoint he'll see there was none - but because he's saying things Ron does not want to hear and he looks so much like a Malfoy that, right now, it makes him a bit sick. Difficult not to imagine what Scorpius' father is doing right about now at home, and it entirely involves being a prick with a pricky tattoo on his arm doing Death Eater-y things with other Death Eaters.
Ron is so afraid for the family who must still be in their proper time, and it's so hard to separate that fear from this time, and from the apparent future.
Albus puts a hand on his shoulder and Ron struggles not to just scowl at him. His nephew. This feels like failure.
Maybe that's the problem. He already feels like he's not good enough at this.
He lets out a sharp breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.]
And you're better at not getting looked into than your dad was, I hope? [Things they've been through doesn't particularly inspire him with hope, but that just means Ron's resolve to hang about to keep Albus' head down is increasing.]
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Ron is so afraid for the family who must still be in their proper time, and it's so hard to separate that fear from this time, and from the apparent future.
Albus puts a hand on his shoulder and Ron struggles not to just scowl at him. His nephew. This feels like failure.
Maybe that's the problem. He already feels like he's not good enough at this.
He lets out a sharp breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.]
And you're better at not getting looked into than your dad was, I hope? [Things they've been through doesn't particularly inspire him with hope, but that just means Ron's resolve to hang about to keep Albus' head down is increasing.]