Stumble
"Shhhh," Albus hushed Scorpius. "Someone will hear."
He kissed Scorpius sloppily before staggering in the direction of the dungeons. Such a gentleman, Scorpius thought as he clambered through the portrait hole, to see him home safely.
"What time do you call this?" Uh-oh, James was still up. Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Such a funny word Scorpius mused. "Scorpius!"
"Shh, got to be quiet."
"Are you drunk?"
"Nooooo..."
"What were you doing?"
"Celebrating. One year. Long time. Much longer than Anna." He rambled.
"You and Albus?"
"Mmm yeah, and kissing. Lots of kissing. Your brother's a good kisser."
"Go to bed Scorpius."