"Scorpius, I don't even understand." Albus Severus leaned back on his throne.
"I need to go, Ali! I want to be a ballerina, I can't skip anymore dance class to eat low fat spaghetti with you lady and the tramp style!" Scorpi sobbed.
Lysander snorted. "I'll always be a better Lady than you."
Underneath his layers of distasteful, trashy makeup, Albus reddened furiously. "Oh my Gucci, Lysi, if you're jealous because I'm dating Scorpius now-."
This time it was Lysander's turn to flush. "I-I- no! Shut up Potter!" He slung his blue handbag over his shoulder and ran out clumsily, without his usual careless grace.
"He seems really upset," Scorpius bit his lip, leaving marks in his sugared almond flavour lipgloss.
"I don't care!" Screamed Albus, eyes leaping around maniacally. "Nobody will ridicule me! NOBODY WILL TELL ALI SEVI TO SHUT UP!"
"Shut up," advised Lily, who was sitting in the corner reading a book called 49 Shades of Black. Or something.
Scorpius Malfoy cowered, pulling his pastel blue knit scarf around his chest. Al softened immediately.
"Let's go watch your favourite movie, Scor," he gave a winning smile, and pulled out a copy of Teen Beach Movie from nowhere.
Scorpius decided not to mention that Teen Beach Movie was Al's favourite movie, nor that he was missing dance classes.
He would never perfect his grande jetè now.