Albus Potter needs some treacle tarts for compensation, that's all I'm saying.
This is a poem from the ones who left to the ones they left behind.
Rose Weasley was snogging Scorpius Malfoy . All hell broke loose. Al took another bite of treacle tart. It was another normal day at Hogwarts. [Various reactions of the Wotter clan when they found out about Scorose!]