Scorpius was lounging in the common room when Rose next showed up, pushing his legs off the couch so she could have a seat. She looked vaguely flushed, as if she'd just come in from off the grounds, and he automatically asked, "what's up?" before blushing slightly at the proximity between them.
"Lorcan's just taken me to feed some thestrals." She said, as Score set aside his book, folding his legs beneath him. "Seeing as neither of us can see them, it proved to be rather more difficult than we expected. Hagrid was there though," she added, almost as an afterthought. "So it was fine."
If Scoprius hadn't known that Lorcan had an eye for a certain other cousin of Rose's, then he might've been jealous, but instead he just nodded his amusement. Personally he'd never liked the thestrals, even if he couldn't see them. But just the thought of something so terribly pessimistic gave him the creeps.
"Oh!" Score said, suddenly remembered the carnation in his pocket and shoving a hand in to retrieve it. "I have-"
"Scorpius." Rose said, placing a stilling hand on his wrist. "Leave the flower. Please?"
One look at her face and Scorpius complied, noticing the sobering expression beneath the wind flush and exhilaration.
"I was thinking we could head down to the Quidditch match together, tomorrow morning." She said, recovering her playful attitude. "Al said he could ditch the Slytherbugs and join us then."
"Alright," Score said, breathing in sharply as she leaned against him for a moment to reach for his book.
"Qudditch Through the Ages." She mused, almost to herself. "Fitting."