"It is very rare," Scorpius agreed, with his impish smirk growing into a grin. "Oh so you forgive me now, hmmm? Don't worry, I am sure I will come up with something to irritate you." His hand had come up to wrap around James robe at his chest. "The rat better not mess up my shoes though. It will be on then."
He chuckled at the rat's antics. "You sound like me when you say that. It is rather disgusting."
"Maybe it wasn't the best way to go about it, but it still isn't bad and you wouldn't be confined to one room. I wasn't happy with living in quarantine either," he admitted. He also didn't want Jamie to go get himself killed doing something stupid.
"You are, and not just then. When you dragged me home with you, you were too serious. When you were drowning me in the penseive, you were too serious." He looked up at James, knowing where it was going. Every conversation seemed to lead to James swearing he would save them all by dying. "You aren't going anywhere. I'm a Malfoy and I say no and we get what we want." If only it were that easy.