Rose Granger-Weasley was half lying down as she read her Aunt’s letter. Precisely speaking, the back of her head was resting on Scorpius’ chest. The rest of her back was flush against his upper body with Rose’s legs in between his outstretched long limbs which were bent at the knees, covered by his hands. She was now slightly taller than her mother which made her itch to look down her nose at her mum. For obvious reasons Rose didn’t do that. Yet.