Scorpius' finger ran over the face in the drawing then his hand moved over Lori's. "I don't draw people very much. I wanted to draw you for a long time. I was almost afraid of messing it up," he admitted. It had taken his attention that afternoon, completely focused. He had needed it to keep from thinking too much. It was also the way he saw Lori, even with that nearly innocent look in his eyes. "You should see my books. I have a huge portfolio really. I don't really show too many people. Al knows the most. He loves my talent for graffiti."
The next sentence took him back to reality and he looked from Lori back to the table. He had been trying to hold it all in, but found it difficult to say the words now that it was hitting. "I guess I decided that maybe he was right in a way. I'm too rash and emotional. I told the truth about the night I left when we were cursed. I did run off, but I felt like I couldn't breathe. I was a kid who was dying, not some auror. I know it was stupid but that doesn't mean I can't do my job."
He sighed, not really sure what he was defending or if it mattered. "Afterward, I wasn't sure what to do. I even thought of going home, but I don't want that. I don't even know if I really wanted to be an auror. The real question is finding something else so I can pay the rent." He smiled a little bit, "How often do you hear that from a Malfoy?" His hand squeezed Lori's again, "And I really want us to have fun tonight, no matter what."