Merlin, I need to smooth myself down, James thinks to himself, belatedly a little embarrassed over how easily his own feathers are getting ruffled. He moves to stand next to Scorpius, ignoring the thought of how easy it would be to nudge him it. Really, it would be a joke, not an outright attack - but there'd be no convincing him of that, would there? So he bites his tongue and resists the urge.
"Yeah?" He casts a sidelong glance at him. "Am I supposed to be impressed, Malfoy?" It falls a little flat, but it's clear that he's trying to be playful.
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"Yeah?" He casts a sidelong glance at him. "Am I supposed to be impressed, Malfoy?" It falls a little flat, but it's clear that he's trying to be playful.