"You're always hungry," Scorpius pointed out. Wasn't like it was a secret or anything.
"It felt more like a memory. A memory that hadn't happened yet." Scorpius didn't know how else to describe it and Hugo wasn't being helpful. He was being a regular arse and Scorpius didn't even know if he was being listened to, but he asked, "Do you have a dog? One named Dusk?"