With a slight reluctance, Lily carefully uncurled herself from Scorpius to adjust herself, perching herself on the pillows he’d gestured to. She shook her head, almost exasperated as she stared at him. “Merlin, I keep forgetting you’re seventeen. I’m really bad at that. But, a wine cellar would be nice, I guess. Though you could always just get a wine cooler for your room if your mum doesn’t want one.” She shrugged slightly. Lily wasn’t a very ‘classy’ sort of girl, and had never actually been in a wine cellar, nor did she see the purpose (other than storing massive amounts of wine), but a cooler would do just as well, right?
She made a face, “Don’t remind me. In your time I’m still an awkward ginger kid with pigtails and a binder full of chocolate cards.” She giggled at herself. To be honest, tucked away in a drawer at home she still had the binder of cards. “Merlin, how did you put up with me at that age?”