Scorpius Malfoy • Hogwarts Student • Slytherin • 16
"I don't have a quote to put here yet."
Scorpius was actually rather thrilled that his father wasn't immediately showing distaste for the fact that his son was slightly excited about a muggle object that he'd never heard of before.
"Science," he said, with a little smile. His dad didn't get it, but it was slightly funny to him regardless. "So, there are frequencies in the air, right? I like the radio. Radio frequencies are different than cell phone ones, and there are others too. Sound is a frequency. Light and color and heat are frequencies. It's sort of like magic actually. But the cell frequencies carry the signal from one tower to the next and it passes the call along almost instantaneously. It's really cool actually."
Okay, so maybe he was a little too excited about this whole muggle object thing, but he really wanted to get his out of his pocket to show his father. He just was positive that this wasn't the time or place for that.