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Rose grips the kite in her hands, practically bouncing with excitement. Albus says he and Scorpius will join her soon, and Hugo wants to wait for Lucy and Molly to arrive, but Rose has always been too impatient. It's such a beautiful spring day, and she has no intention of spending even a minute more inside than she has to!
She walks around Uncle Harry's house, ready to get to the little field behind it, when she stops. The bathroom window is cracked; it never closes quite right, which she assumes is James' fault. The window isn't what causes her to pause. From inside the bathroom, she hears singing, loud and off-key.
It's cute, really. There's something about the shower that makes people really open up. She wonders if Scorpius would feel comfortable singing so openly. Probably not.
From within, she hears the shower cut off. The singing stops. Unable to resist, she begins to clap. "Bravo!" she cheers. "Encore!"
There's the sound of frantic shuffling and scurrying. A moment later, Scorpius appears at the window. His cheeks are a dark pink when he opens it. "You could hear me?"
"Such an emotional rendition," she tells him. "Exceptional! Absolutely incredible."
His blush only darkens. He closes the window again, disappearing from view.
…
It's strange, really. There's something about that moment, about hearing Scorpius sing, that makes Rose unable to stop looking at him. Has he always been so handsome? He is a vision in his lemon yellow button-up shirt.
"Hey, Scor?" She moves beside him, watching as Lucy takes off running with her kite.
"I don't want to look at you right now," Scorpius grumbles.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you," she says. "I thought it was cute. Really cute."
He scoffs. "You don't… I don't want you to think I'm abnormal." Scorpius folds his arms over his chest, still refusing to look at her. "I mean, I don't want anyone to think that of me, but especially not you."
"Why not me?"
"Come on, Rose? Isn't it obvious?"
She's noticed, of course. How could she not. She's stared at him, noticed every little detail about him. Sometimes she's caught him staring too, though he's always been more shy about it.
Rose smiles at that. She stretches her arms, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on her skin. "I don't mind if you're weird," she tells him. "Want to be weird together?"
Scorpius doesn't answer straight away. He stares at her like he's waiting for the punchline. After several tense moments, he nods and holds out his hand. "I would love that."