He ran or more accurately tiptoed toward her, wondering what she on about, but one moved first and asked questions later when hearing danger.
"Scorpius Malfoy, and I'd say last night, except I haven't taken anything that explains missing a good twelve hours of my life," Scorpius said, looking around, and then concentrating on her again. "My father would go berserk if I imbibed illegal potions that would make me pass out."
Reaching for his wand that carefully hidden in a tiny fold by the slit, he cast a spell and his heels turned into converse. Another swish of his wand and he was in jeans and a sweater. "Now, that's better, but you for the offer, though. So what's happening? And why are you outside?" It looked like it had rained, clearing some of the snow but it was sill cold.