"How droll," Scorpius muses, but there's a glint of amusement in his tone. Teasing. It's something that drew him to the Potters in the first place, maybe something that draws everyone in: they're just...different. They should be prissy fucks with sticks up their arses, noses in the air, but instead Al had offered him help in Potions and Lily often said hello to him in the hallways. It was really only James who was so defensive, and even then, here he was now, calling Scorpius 'mate'.

They were a weird family, the Potters. But Scorpius found himself a little jealous of the ease of their lives here.