As Scorpius enters Albus" room, freshly and fragrantly wrapped in a towel, he tries not to acknowledge the second bed against the wall. Instead, he pushes past Albus" bed to his wardrobe, opens it and takes a deep breath. Somewhere among the shelves he would find the source of this musty earthy smell, a piece of clothing or a perfume bottle perhaps, but he is looking for something more practical; today he will help himself to Albus" clothes.