Nausea crashes against the wall of his stomach in hot waves as Scorpius takes a step back. The smell seems to cling to Albus" hair, to the... nightdress he's wearing (Scorpius" mind bounces back and forth - the dress looks like a shapeless gown, knee-length, uncomfortable, rough as a potato sack). "I was going to - by Morgana's crow, what is that awful stench?"