"Didn't say it had to be a party." Al shrugs, glancing to Scorpius as if to see if having James there would cramp their style. The Potters are a close family; they really don't have many secrets, and Al has always - secretly, maybe - idolized his brother. Hanging out with him was always something Al would (reluctantly for show) agree to.

"Fine with me," Scorpius says, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic. Normal. Cool. Even.

"All right then." Al moved further in, still toweling off his hair as he plopped down on the bed in front of them. No use trying to sneak hand holding in now.