" - And I thought Hogwarts can be confusing," Scorpius says, nearly frowning at the dimly lit corridor and the many, many doors it hosts.

It makes absolutely no sense, but what has so far?

"Right, uhm - I guess, let's grab that torch."




Or not.

As it slaps Scorpius with an arm-like tendril of flame across his face.

It did not like to be called 'that torch'.