"Then let's see if your other boy has a seat free."

Lex walks over to the London corner and clears his throat. "Oi, Pevensie. Mind if we intrude?"

Edmund looks at him as someone might look at a coyote which has, in lieu of eating them, demanded to be scritched behind the ears. "...sure, if you're up for it. Um, there's a couple of chairs free yet."

"Great. Oi!" he says to the two girls on the couch, who are staring at him. "You heard him, there's chairs free, we're taking the couch - up, Pevensie, we're taking the couch."

Edmund is poised to object, but the girls are already moving. "Um," he says instead. 

"Lake, come on, center cushion." Lex begins bullying Scorpius into place. 

...um indeed but if he gets to sit between both of his boys he's. That's. He's not complaining honestly??? Yeah he's. The opposite of complaining.

(His boys, that was what Lex said of Pevensie, "his other boy", he wants to hug that sentence to his chest and never let go.)

Edmund sits on his left, after a bit more cajoling.

"This is very nice," he admits, hugging Scorpius' arm.

"Your shock is heartening," Lex says, hugging the other arm. "I have reliably great ideas."

"I feel like if I make a squeaky happy noise right now that will absolutely ruin my image but I would like to register the desire."

"Nonsense. Squeak immediately." Lex pokes him in the side.

"I'm forced to agree. We can't evaluate its impact on your reputation without concrete evidence."

He jumps a bit at the poke but doesn't squeak. "Nope! Moment's gone. No squeaking. You'll have to take me by surprise later."

"You would not believe how tempted I am to tickle you."

"The only drawback is that everyone would rightfully kill you for being disgustingly cute in public."

"Sad but true."

"Oh, the gossip mill in this school will not survive the two of you," Scorpius sighs, and he is not complaining with a single cell in his body this is perfect.

Edmund does in fact have homework he was doing, so eventually he lets go of Scorpius' arm to delve back into the text.

While leaning on him slightly more than is entirely necessary.

Lex does the same with his grimoire and Scorpius' other shoulder. 

Scorpius probably also has homework but on the other hand he has done nothing but coast by for three years here so what he will instead do is put his arms around both of his boys and just snuggle there with a faintly smug look on his face.

After a while of this, a prodigiously tiny young man approaches their cluster.

"Pevensie, you'll be late for Prosody of Latin Incantation. Stop - whatever the fuck this is, begging your pardon New York - and get moving."

Edmund groans. "Damn it. I do actually have to go to class, don't I. Thanks, Nigel."

Nigel snorts. "Yes, Pevensie, you have to go to class. If you want to lay about on perfumed silks all day you'll have to wait until you're your own man."

"I'm going, I'm going."

"Hartford's right, you need an education or some such," says Scorpius easily. He places a kiss on Edmund's right temple and unwraps that arm from around him.

Nigel looks slightly askance at Scorpius. "I was not aware you knew my name."

"He knows everybody, he's ridiculous," Lex contributes.

"Not everybody, haven't had time to memorize all of the freshmen's names yet."

"Case in point."

Edmund finishes packing and kisses Scorpius briefly before heading off with Nigel.