Both Al and Scorpius look over, wide-eyed. The sneer drops from Scorpius's face in shock. "Erm..."

"Oh, go on," Al yawns, nudging Scorpius off the bed. "I told Mum I'd help her at Grandma Weasley's today, and I was trying to figure out the best way to break it to you."

Scorpius hops to his feet. Flying with James was about a thousand times better than enduring the Weasley's aggression towards him. Hugo, in particular, had a hatred for his surname akin to James.

"Fine, whatever," Scorpius groans, stretching out. "I suppose you've got a spare broom?"

"Borrow mine," Al offers. He gives James a look. "And James. Be nice."