“Gah, Potter! Why do you have to be such a bloody idiot?” Scorpius spluttered. He looked positively murderous.
“Me? Don’t blame me!” Al yelled back. “You’re the one who put the wrong ingredient in!”
“Only after you passed me the wrong one!”
“Well I’m not the Potions genius, am I? You’re the twit who wanted to show off by making something too difficult!”
Scorpius glared at him, his brow furrowed.
“Please don’t do that in my body.” Al sighed resignedly and pressed his fingers gently to Scorpius’ forehead, smoothing away the frown lines. “I don’t want wrinkles before I’m twenty.”