And then Albus turns. He is holding a thin iron rod, the end of which is shaped into a horribly long hook. Blood-red runes (of course) line its entire length, thumping in time to an invisible heart. Scorpius is still trembling as he comes to a halt in front of him, his bright eyes fixed firmly on the rod - he holds it like a baby, like a sword, carefully outstretched in both hands.