Al hesitates as he pulls up a pair of trousers, zips them, slowly reaches for a jumper. "What are you going on about?" he asks, feeling a weird sense of dread in his stomach. What the hell did James opening up have to do with anything? His hair is a mess as he tugs his jumper over and smooths it, giving Lily a suspicious look.

It feels like there's a joke he's not in on yet, and he hates that.

"What do I care if they're friends? Scorpius is my friends. Not James's."