"Oh shove off," Scorpius snarls, but his face does go a little pink. So maybe he enjoyed some of the games. So what? That doesn't mean anyone ever has to know. EVER.

One brow quirks. Tentatively, Scorpius sits on the edge of James's bed instead of at the desk. Easier to pass the bottle, right?

"You really think you ought to be drinking anymore tonight?"