Parker is sitting on the ground, one hand wrapped around Scorpius' ankle.

Her own blindfold is not yet in place and she's eying the tree.

"Uh. Guys?"

The tree seems to give a little shudder and shake off a cloud of glittering leaves. The don't fall to the ground, but hover in midair like a flock of birds or butterflies.

"I think we should get the hell out of here."