Scorpius + Hugo + Rose [open to others]
"And so modest," Scorpius scoffed at Hugo, eyes rolling. Didn't matter if he would agree about the good looks.
"Half the people in this room are ginger. I'd rather not conform. I have to make a stand for the blonds. We're selective, you know. Don't just take anyone."
When he felt Hugo's knee bump into his, he darted a furtive look at him. It felt devious, but fun, to let a hand slip under the table and rest on Hugo's knee.