“What is that?” Scorpius’s shoulders shake with laughter.
“It’s my Halloween costume,” Hugo replies moodily.
“Your what?” Scorpius tilts his head, his pretty blond hair falling in front of his face.
“It’s for Muggle Studies,” Hugo mumbles, ducking his head. “Part of our American Muggle tradition curriculum.
“I see,” Scorpius responds amusedly, his lips curving into a broad smile. “You make a rather dashing pumpkin.”
“Don’t,” Hugo warns, looking down and frowning.
“Sorry,” Scorpius murmurs sincerely. “Honestly, I think you look cute.”
Hugo’s cheeks flame bright red. Scorpius squeezes his shoulder reassuringly and Hugo’s heart pounds against his chest.