He watches in amazement as the shadowy mist, which at first clings to the outlines of Albus and Harry, recedes as if the ceiling were sucking them in. Much like Hogwarts, Scorpius cannot see it, but unlike his former school, it seems to serve as a gathering place for the shadows; all he sees is a gradually thickening murk. He stands a few steps away from the brazier, as if he had posted himself there; his feet safely on solid ground.