“Being that it was on a ceiling gives me a small victory as a parent,” Dad said, turning his attention back to me.

“Kicking him in the face would give me a large victory as a sister.”

“You just let me know when and I’ll make myself scarce so there’s no evidence.”

“We should jump it,” Scorpius said, looking back at me. His eyes were lit up like Christmas morning. Like he’d just gotten every book in his fantasy library.

“Jump...what?” I looked across the river. Not jump-able.

“The waterfall.” Scorpius pointed down, grinning.

 I opened my eyes, focusing them on the side of the trunk beside us. “I’m really comfortable right now.”

“Physically or mentally?” he asked.

“Both.”

Scorpius’ fingers trailed up my arm absently. “So am I.”

 “I’ll see you, Juliet.” Scorpius nodded to me and headed into the trees.

And just like that, he was gone.

 “No tattoos,” Dad said, eyes narrowing.

“Oh, really?” I turned, eyes wide. “That was what Scorpius and I did in the village yesterday. Matching lower back tattoos.”

 I reread it. I paused at the last line.

No. He couldn’t just do that. He could just casually throw in a line like that and expect everything to be fine. It wasn’t fine.

 Hugo leaned against the wall, staring at me as he chewed. “You’re a Gryffindor, Rosey,” he said. “Put your brave pants on.”

 “You caught a fish,” Scorpius said.

“So I did,” I murmured, not moving.

“Are you going to touch it?”

“I am not.” I rolled onto my back, looking at him.

 Whoa.

She was in a pretty sundress and strappy shoes with her hair in perfect waves down her shoulders and onto her back.

I was suddenly very aware of my own wrinkled clothes and the mustard stain on my shirt.

 “What time do you find out?” I said.

He glanced down at his wristwatch and tilted it toward the light. “Two hours.”

“Do your parents know you’re out?”

“They didn’t stop me.”

 I smirked a little, twirling some hair around my index finger.

“Please?”

“Fine.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Nope.”