"There’s nothing to be good at, Scorp, you just sit on it and push yourself down the hill." Albus sniggered, holding Scorpius’ hands that were donning dark green gloves. Albus, in all his flaws, did not own a pair of gloves and so had had to borrow a pair of Scorpius’ which were too big for his fingers. Scorpius had long, slender fingers, while Albus sported smaller ones, so his gloves hung off of his fingertips like stockings over a fireplace. But, he was grateful he had them on because it was very cold out – freezing – literally. "Besides, aren’t you the boy that jumped off of a moving train and viaduct?"