...“So why are you out here all alone? Been telling stories to the fairies?” he asked nodding to the water sprites. Rose blushed a pale pink colour and didn’t answer...

...“Can you even call this a room? Honestly Scorp...” suddenly snapping out of her reverie she looked back at him with a playful gleam in her eye, “Care to explain why this room of all would be the most important to me?”
Scorpius tried in vain to hide the smile that was trembling on his lip, “Well as I understood it I’m the only one living here that you really know.”
“True,” she said while undoing the clasp at the top of her traveling cloak and throwing it on the bed.
Scorpius focused intently on not staring at her now that he could see the emerald dress she wore...