He'd done a lot of thinking since the day he'd decked Scorpius in the face. Not that he'd come to an overabundance of revelations, really, but thinking had certainly happened, and this little outing - this brief peek into his actual personality - made it hard to just blindly vilify him. Maybe they could have been friends, if it weren't for the House and the name, he thinks to himself.

"Droll?" he echoes, and there's a little snort in his tone. "Just wait until mum breaks out the board games on Saturday night. You're in for a real treat then."