Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Parts One and Two: The Official Playscript of the Original West End Production

by John Tiffany

SCORPIUS: I can’t quite believe I did that. ALBUS: I can’t quite believe you did that either. SCORPIUS: Rose Granger-Weasley. I asked out Rose Granger-Weasley. ALBUS: And she said no. SCORPIUS: But I asked her. I planted the acorn. The acorn that will grow into our eventual marriage. ALBUS: You are aware that you’re an utter fantasist. SCORPIUS: And I’d agree with you — only Polly Chapman did ask me to the school ball . . . ALBUS: In an alternate reality where you were significantly — really significantly more popular — a different girl asked you out — and that means — SCORPIUS: And yes, logic would dictate I should be pursuing Polly — or allowing her to pursue me — she’s a notorious beauty, after all — but a Rose is a Rose. ALBUS: You know logic would dictate that you’re a freak? Rose hates you. SCORPIUS: Correction, she used to hate me, but did you see the look in her eyes when I asked? That wasn’t hate, that was pity. ALBUS: And pity’s good? SCORPIUS: Pity is a start, my friend, a foundation on which to build a palace — a palace of lurve. ALBUS: I honestly thought I’d be the first of us to get a girlfriend. SCORPIUS: Oh, you will, undoubtedly, probably that new smoky-eyed Potions professor — she’s old enough for you, right? ALBUS: I don’t have a thing about older women! SCORPIUS: And you’ve got time — a lot of time — to seduce her. Because Rose is going to take years to persuade. ALBUS: I admire your confidence. ROSE comes past them on the stairs. She looks at them both...