Alternating between sitting and standing, half bent from the low ceiling, Scorpius waits for Albus" return. It's a kind of agony that feels uncomfortably familiar - back in his cell at that asylum he was able to sit up and walk around, but at least this time he won't have to wait for three months. He doesn't know where they are or how far they are from the nearest supermarket, but he can't imagine Albus wasting time at this point in their journey.