And Every Time I've Held a Rose

"Just be yourself, Scorpius told himself one last time, as he waited at the foot of the Grand Staircase for Rose to appear. When Rose at last arrived, looking a little flustered, her face thinned into an appraising line as she glanced Scorpius up and down. "Hi," she greeted, her tone almost cautious, certainly shy. For his part, Scorpius could hardly speak. "Wow," he breathed."