"It's a fine line that I don't care if I cross," Scorpius says, grinning a little. A green bottle that's corked and smokey. It's either a potion that would make James's Dad bug his eyes or it's more alcohol. And this is turning into the kind of evening that he hadn't prepared for.

"Here." He strides close, taking the bottle to uncork it. He doubts James remembers he's a wizard right now, although maybe drunk magic isn't the best idea.