That evening, Scorpius exhaustedly declines his father's invitation to join them in the garden for dinner. It would certainly have been a good opportunity to discuss their upcoming trip to Norway, but he is tired of the chaos that holds his life in an unyielding grip, and plans to flop down on Albus" bed, bury his head in musty, cosy pillows and cry a little to relieve the pressure that is building up in his chest.