He licked his lips, and forced himself to start talking, "I... working with Potter, I noticed that...," he started again, "Do you remember when I said he’s always inspired strong feelings in me? It’s just... I noticed that those feelings have changed," she watched him intently, not speaking, "Being around him - for a near month solid - I just... I couldn’t stop looking at him. Couldn’t stop thinking about him, even when he wasn’t there. And I just don’t know what to do - I don’t even know if there   is   anything to do, to be honest. But every time I see him... I just - it’s fine. It’s always fine. We have a small chat or say hello or something. But its not the same," he said in halting sentences, gradually losing the thread of what he actually needed to talk about, "I look at him, and I get the same rush of adrenaline that I did ten years ago, or- or when we were at school. But its not the same. It’s like I’m drawn to him," he finished guiltily, finally running out of steam. The whole time he had been speaking, he had avoided looking at his mother, focussed instead on Scorpius as he wizzed around the garden. He didn’t look over when he heard her inhale deeply through her nostrils.