The air is warm and stuffy, but Scorpius smiles in relaxation and straightens up. On his knees, he crawls to the head of the bed, ducks under the solid, light-absorbing fabric of the curtain and looks down into the garden. It's a rather generous way of describing a few bushes and cheap plastic furniture on a few tiles, but it suits him for the moment; this way he has a good view of Draco and Harry.