It really wasn't as bad as all that -- with the exception of Al, the rest of them could get so competitive that the games usually ended up downright hilarious. It was fun; James was just too much of an eighteen year old boy to admit that out loud.

Regardless, he folds his arms in a playful mimicry of Scorpius's stance, leaning imposingly in when the other boy steps up.

"Sorry. You stay here, you have to follow the rules of the house."