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James Potter is completely aware of the fact that he's never exactly been the poster child for emotional openness or maturity. It's taken him a little while to come into his own - maybe a little longer than most - but he feels better about his place in life lately. He's finally reconciled that he can still be himself and a Potter, that the only standards that he has to live up to are his own.

That his family will love him, no matter who he chooses to be - or be with.

Can you stop by later? he'll text Scorpius. It's late on a Sunday afternoon, right in the middle of summer - Scorpius has been out of Hogwarts for a few weeks now, which is strange and strangely thrilling all at the same time. Not that he can admit that part out loud. We need to talk.

It's a good thing, really. James just never seems to realize that 'We need to talk' is the most fear-inducing thing a person can possibly say to someone else.

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"Oh, right, good save there." Scorpius shoves him playfully, then grins as he crawls into his lap. "You know, I'm officially not a kid anymore. I can do magic outside of Hogwarts and everything." He lifted his wand and dragged it along James' chest. "I've heard there are some pretty fun spells I haven't ever got to try."

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"Besides, it's not like I'd marry you in public. It's be a giant secret, but maybe you'd stop worrying that I'm about to dump you." He wraps his arm around Scorpius's waist, expression unimpressed. He gives him a little squeeze, eyes on the wand. "And what kinds of spells are those?"