"Come on Al," said Scorpius.
"In a minute," the raven-haired by replied. Scorpius gave a rather over-dramatic sigh, and began to pick at his nails.
"Allll," he whined after a while. "I will get you out of here," Scorpius said, trying to sound menacing, but coming out a little whiny and needy.
"Look," Al responded, annoyed, "I really have to finish this stupid Herbology paper." He soighed. "I think Professor Longbottom is taking out his pent-up frustration from when he was a student out on us." Scorpius frowned and leaned over his shoulder.
"THAT? That's so easyyyy." Albus turned in his seat to glare. Quick as a fox, Scorpius' arm lashed out and spilled ink all over the parchment. Albus gasped.
"SCORPIUS!" he exclaimed, as Scorpius lept up from the couch and raced out of the common room.
Looking over his shoulder, he shouted, "I told you I would get you out of there!" With that he ran ahead, leaving Albus with (almost) no choice but to follow.