The flat is a modern place with large, airy rooms, a pleasant contrast to the many antique treasures piled up inside. On his way from the bedroom through the hallway to the kitchen, he passes a framed dagger, its rune markings gleaming silvery on the tarnished metal, a jug on the sideboard, not unlike the mead jug in the burial mound, and several brooches lining the wall, which glow ominously in the twilight. By now he has got used to staring at all this clutter wherever he walks or stands. However, Scorpius has insisted that the bookshelf must contain nothing but the cheesiest of romance novels. He has banned all books about runes from the house. Avery and Albus have to make do with reading and blathering on about their work all day at the Ministry.