James startles a little when he recognizes the feeling in his throat: jealous. God, he's jealous, and over what? This is so stupid. Scorpius and Al are both still kids; he needs to get over this, to be the adult he is now.

It'll be a day or two later when James steps into the kitchen, heading to the table for the bowl of fruit, catching sight of Scorpius again. His gaze lingers for a second, but he tears it away quickly, pretending that it's not a little awkward to be sort of alone in the house with him again. (Mum and Lily were in the back in her room, working on something together. Al, however, had been grabbed by Teddy earlier that morning for something, but he'd promised to bring him back soon.)

"Going flying," he offers a little stiffly, still not looking at him. "Want to come again? Promise not to shove you in the pond this time."