Just then, the doors swing open once more, and Scorpius walks in, her eyes locked with her's immediately- and a sly smirk takes over his lips. Esme can feel her heart drop to the pits of her stomach, clenching. Draco grows stiff next to her, and she sees the veins bulging from the skin. Her flesh erupts into chilling ice as if the crystals have melted upon her skin, holding a barrier from the warmth she so desperately needs to obtain.