Scorpius scoffs. "If you don't believe in House segregation, then why do I get the feeling you'd be just as peeved if your baby bro and I were friends rather than just a fling? I mean, honestly, Potter. Do you think I'm going to drag him to some basement and teach him dark magic? Your dad's a bloody Auror. I wouldn't touch a hair on his head unless he begged me to."

Which, he just kind of accidentally admitted, Al did.

Oops.