They find themselves back in that alcove passage where the dead line the walls, and neither Harry nor Albus give them a second glance. Scorpius keeps his head down so as not to look at them - however many centuries they have been here, he cannot ignore the fact that they were once human. The last time they were here, he had noticed that some of them were smaller, perhaps even children, and right now he cannot imagine being able to bear the sight of them.