"May I?" Avery positions himself next to Harry without waiting for an answer and grins cheekily in Albus" face. All that's missing is for him to stick out his tongue, Scorpius thinks. "You can't tell he's a Draugr - he's not a rotting, mindless undead, so you could almost mistake him for a normal man." Uncertain, he pauses. "Um. A very well-built, somewhat rugged man, perhaps."