"I've been avoiding you all week," Scorpius snaps, sitting back against the foot of the bed and glaring over at James. "How is it that I'm a pain if we aren't even speaking to one another? I've gone out of my bloody way to stay clear of you, Potter, and now you invite me to your bedroom and give me alcohol and then lecture me for drinking and getting in your way and say I'm a pain? Merlin, you're an arse."