Confused, Scorpius leans forward. The closeness to Albus, deliberate and conscious, has a shockingly overwhelming effect on him. Touching the slightly shaggy hair, bending the flushed earlobe forward just a little, it's as if the years were dissolving. But what Scorpius discovers between the ear and the hairline startles him. Though tiny, barely larger than a fingertip, the strings of scar forming a strange rune are thick and bulging. A dark green glow seems to emanate from the protruding scar tissue.