You'll cry a bit if you allow yourself to be tamed

Scorpius was dreaming. Of old dusty books, of the sound of rain drops on his window at Hogwarts, of fish cakes, of a ferret named Spoon, of the horrible taste of treacle tarts, of letters sent to his father, of the smell of parchment and honeysuckle soap, of green eyes filled up with tears and of the day the skylark had fallen into his cauldron...