"Don't talk such rubbish," Albus growls, setting the box aside (which is exactly what Scorpius feared), and crawls over the papers on the floor towards Scorpius. No sooner has he begun to stroke his back helplessly than he too is caught in Avery's suffocatingly hysterical embrace. "We're not celebrating properly anyway - hey, Avery, that's totally over the top, I really don't need to celebrate my birthday -"