"Here I am," Scorpius meekly announces from the doorway.

"Sorry, I, uhm - I completely forgot until coming here that I owed Cepheus a present still. From his, er, birthday? And so I stopped to do that and, er - Right."

He holds the said present in hand. A plush toy broom, fashioned from magic and not meant for any sort of flying, only cuddling.

"Hi."