[Scorpius doesn't seem to know whether to be incensed or worried or terrified or some dreadful mixture of all three.]
What do I mea--
[He's still breathing hard, and his voice is getting an edge of shriek-y, but drawing even more attention is sort of against his point here. He stops and just tries to settle his breath for a moment, muttering a Muffliato while the regular buzz of the pub returns. He leans in close over the table, keeping his voice low.]
Albus. We're stuck in the past again, in some nightmare timeline where Tom Riddle is Minister, and you just put your full name and the fact that you've time-traveled where anyone could read it. For starters.
[And now he's started, so he has to keep going.] And you just told Gellert Grindelwald you're named after Albus Dumbledore. And-- [did he have another thing? Scorpius throws up his hands.] We are at such a disadvantage, here, Albus, and the only thing we have going for us is what we know that they don't! You have to be more careful about what you say and who you say it to!
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What do I mea--
[He's still breathing hard, and his voice is getting an edge of shriek-y, but drawing even more attention is sort of against his point here. He stops and just tries to settle his breath for a moment, muttering a Muffliato while the regular buzz of the pub returns. He leans in close over the table, keeping his voice low.]
Albus. We're stuck in the past again, in some nightmare timeline where Tom Riddle is Minister, and you just put your full name and the fact that you've time-traveled where anyone could read it. For starters.
[And now he's started, so he has to keep going.] And you just told Gellert Grindelwald you're named after Albus Dumbledore. And-- [did he have another thing? Scorpius throws up his hands.] We are at such a disadvantage, here, Albus, and the only thing we have going for us is what we know that they don't! You have to be more careful about what you say and who you say it to!