Lily-Scorpius

The kitchen of the Potter house was a mess, the floor gooey and slippery with pumpking guts, and the whole room smelled of fresh pumpkins and warm apple cider. Eleven-year-old Lily Potter, standing barefoot in the orange slime with her back to the sink, was laughing, grinning down at the blond boy sprawled on his back on the floor, his white shirt stained with orangey splotches. "That wasn't funny," he complained, pushing himself into a sitting position and peeling pumpkin innards out of his hair. Lily put a hand over her mouth to hide another giggle, and he scowled before his expression morphed into an evil grin and he lunged forward, send