"Yeah, and deal with my parents about that? No, thanks." He heads to the shed when they get outside, retrieving the brooms and catching Scorpius's attention before tossing Al's his way. "Besides, I'm meant to be an adult now. 'Magine how well it'd go over to have 'Potter finishes school, uses hexes to injure underage Malfoy' all over the tabloids."

He swings his leg over his own broom, expression flat, waiting on him.