"I can't build a broom from a twi - Oh."

Scorpius blinks, taking in the ...toothy leaves, and he's on his feet. Fast.

"Right. Going. We're going now."

He grabs Parker by the hand, dragging her to her feet and keeping a firm grip on his twig as he does, and he darts toward the treeline Amy had long since disappeared into.

He's pretty certain the others will follow.