zooming a toy broomstick along the Persian rug Vroom! Dad, watch! I’m the seeker!

Yes, yes, very fast. Now cease before you knock over another vase. pinches the bridge of his nose

bouncing a fussy Kyra-Anne on his hip She wants the stuffed owl. No, the green one. Merlin, which one is the green one?

rocking a whimpering Oliver in his arms He’s been like this for an hour. I’ve tried everything. Is he broken? Do babies break?

lounging in a leather armchair, looking amused This is better than the theatre.

leaning against the mantelpiece, a cigarette unlit between his fingers The advertisement said ‘experienced witch or wizard, fond of children, patient disposition.’ We’re about to test all of that.

Right. You’re the applicant. Come in. Shut the door.