" - You're doing good, actually," Scorpius calls from the sidelines as he hurries across the room for the final piece.

(Because speaking of mannequins...)

He throws the cape over the shoulders of a suit of armor, struggles with putting the tights on it - (bloody difficult, that) - and tops it with the tricorne hat over its helm.

"Merlin, I hope this works." He puts his wand at the statue. "Piertotum Locomotor."

Metal creaks as the suit of armor cocks its head, coming to life with the magic. It looks at the tights stuck on its legs with a sticking charm.

"Sorry, best I could do.

" -Oi, ballerina! I've got a partner for you."