Scorpius thought for a moment, hard, and then told Albus he would be okay to hold it. Albus mentally prepared himself to roll down the hill, not trusting Scorpius’ hand-eye coordination at all. He took in a breath, and sat down on the old wooden sled. Then, he tapped Scorpius’ hand, telling him to let go. He prepared to fall, and then let out a breath when he didn’t. Scorpius climbed into the front of the sled carefully, his bottom shuffling backwards so that he was sat on top of Albus, whose legs were spread around Scorpius’ frame. The smaller boy couldn’t see over Scorpius’ head, until the blonde lay back, his waist being held by Albus just as he had asked.