Left alone, and waiting for Mia to appear, Scorpius takes to trying out the nearest set of sits, sitting in one and then quickly the next before finding his feet once more. Too anxious to sit still.

He rocks forward on his heels, hands stuffed into the pockets of his robes, and then chances a glance over his shoulder toward the door to see if the guard is watching.

As quick as he can, he spits the peppermint toad into the wrapper he grabs from the depths of his pockets and is stuffing it back in when he turns to greet Mia.