"Albus, can I have a word?" Harry asked, his voice low as he tapped Albus on his shoulder, making the smaller Potter look up from his game of wizard chess - which Scorpius was winning yet again. He didn't know why he bothered playing with him, he never had a chance; Scorpius was a wizard chess wizz. He had told him he had to go up against his Uncle Ron one day, and then he did, and the two played for over an hour because they kept drawing in a round of three. "He didn't tell us that they were dating, why could that be?" Harry pointed his gaze over to Alice and James, who were making a cocktail in the kitchen. "Why wouldn't he tell me?"