At least one of them is looking where they're walking. Scorpius nearly trips over his own feet because he's too busy looking at Albus.

He likes having his arm around Albus. It feels nice and -



And not at all like it does when he does the same with Rigel or Olivia or even Annabeth.

"Uhm."

He pulls his arm away, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his robes.

"Technically, I am writing my own notes. Only, I'm copying them down from what you've written in class. And it's not as though I don't study them."