"I get that," Scorpius says, nodding. He tips his broom handle down, but pulls up a bit too late as his feet touch the ground. He's still not used to this broom, so his near tumble is only stopped by his hand on the crook of James's arm. He laughs, a little breathless, as he lets the broom drop. He doesn't at all trust himself to swing his leg over it without managing to wind up in the pond.

"Sorry." Probably should take his hand off now. But well...being a prat. It's in his nature, a bit. Testing the proverbial waters.