"Everything I know is a lie," he lamented dramatically. "Nothing makes sense anymore. Harry Potter has a kind, romantic side and he's using it on Draco Malfoy. I officially know absolutely nothing about the world anymore. I'll return all my NEWTs."
Scorpius was the only person he could ever be like this with. He had to be so reserved with everyone else. Thank fuck his friend was here, or he would have gone completely insane trying to repress it all.
"The journals still work?" That, at least, was something he could cope with.