After a few deep breaths while Scorpius smirked smugly, Rose sat up on one thigh and hip, turning within the legs and arms of her boyfriend. She raised a quizzical eye. "It’s rude to read over people’s shoulders," drawled Scorpius. Rose snorted because in her father’s childhood home the chance of privacy to read one’s own correspondence was non-existent. And she had seen her mum jinx her then husband more than a few times as he crept up behind her to see what Hermione was reading.