Who: Rose, Scorpius, and Lorcan When: Saturday afternoon Where: Bungalow #11 What: Testing the pies for poison. Status/Rating: Incomplete, low
Scorpius didn't know why, of all people, Rose choose to like the weirdest bloke on the entire Western hemisphere. He wasn't even fit or good looking. But, this wasn't the first time Scorpius had called her aesthetic choices into question, and as her best friend, he was obligated to be supportive.
He was showing support in the form of putting a kettle on the stove and preparing cups for tea. Rose would need a cup before Lorcan got there. If he had the means, he would have spoonfed her a potion that calmed the nerves and put drinkers into a state of serenity, but Scorpius lacked the time and means.
"If you keep on like that, you're going to tear out all your hair and be bald and ugly," Scorpius chided over his shoulder at her.