"It’s my mum’s constellation." Scorpius turned to Harry, seeing how bright his green eyes, that looked so much like Albus’, shone as he stared up at the stars. Harry dropped his gaze down to Scorpius, who avoided his eye contact like the plague and shuffled in his seat on the floor, extending his legs out in front of him. "My dad has his own constellation, too. And I’m named after one as well."