Summary
"I don't have a ton of girls pining for me!" Scorpius exclaimed, blushing. "Are you blind? Half the girls have a crush on you. Something about your hair and your eyes, I think?" "What's so cool about my eyes? And hair? Your eyes are way better than mine and so is your hair," Scorpius stated. "Which is why I have the other half of the girls crushing on me." Albus grinned.