Lorcan added a generous amount of sugar to each cup. He liked sugar and if his Aunt was a remotely normal person (by his definition of normal, mind you), she would like it too. His spoon paused in its centrifugal motion.
"Malfoy? Scorpius Malfoy? You think he's cute?" Lorcan asked, nose wrinkling. "If you can look past how pointy he is. I guess." He never much liked the bloke and his negativity. Or how close he was to Rose Weasley. Oft he wondered whether the two were secretly dating.