At the sound of the door slamming shut, he turns. Scorpius Malfoy. Well, it’s too late to leave now. That would be horridly rude.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Rose asks politely.
He shakes his head slightly, implying he doesn’t mind, and returns to the window. She takes a seat on the opposite side of the table, far, far away from the window, and opens her book.