While Andromeda was seeing to her garden, he and his mother were sipping at ice cold lemon water, seated at Andromeda’s garden table, a parasol protecting them from the fierce August sun. Watching Scorpius whoop with joy as he and Teddy sprinted around on the grass, Draco felt he could finally understand why someone might want this to be their life, rather than going to work and having a career. Which brought him onto the thing that had been playing on his mind ever since he had found out two weeks prior.