"Rose fancies herself in love with you, you know," Albus says to Scorpius one day in the library. "Ever since you stayed at our house over the summer."

Scorpius smirks. "Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your tone, Albus Severus?" He nudges his best friend playfully.

"No," Albus says quickly, avoiding the blonde's gaze. "You're welcome to ask her out. If you like her, that is. Do you like her?"

Scorpius' grin falls. "Not my type," he says offhandedly.

And she wasn't his type, because even a relative of Al's would never match up to Albus himself.