Albus, who had been staring at his toast (suddenly losing his appetite), glances in Scorpius' direction, green eyes almost seeking validation for this seemingly outrageous idea.

(Because it is outrageous, isn't it?)

Even if Scorpius is making a whole lot of sense.

A tentative smile crosses his features, and a comforting sort of warmth settles in his stomach not unlike what Scorpius had just experienced.

He's right. Everything's different since the Boy Who Lived (his dad) helped to save the world. People don't care about Muggles and blood purity anymore; and the very few who do are commonly looked upon with pity more than anything else.

A moment's pause, and then Albus nods.

"You're right," he says, gratitude filling his words. "And their English program really, really does sound amazing."