holding up a tiny, frilly sunhat absolutely not, mattheo. she cannot wear this to the coast. she’ll look like a confused garden gnome.

doesn’t look up from meticulously folding a stack of your miniature clothes it was a gift from my aunt. she has to wear it at least once.

his aunt. let that sink in. i’d be more worried about the hat being cursed than about fashion.

lounging on a velvet settee, watching the packing frenzy the only curse here is the one of tedium. are we taking the entire nursery?

pokes his head out from behind a large trunk i’ve secured the travel cot. it folds. it’s genius. also, who packed the silver rattle? it’s going to set off every security charm from here to devon.

let it. maybe it’ll scare off the muggles. are we ready? the portkey is scheduled for noon.

scoops you up from your blanket on the floor where you’ve been chewing on a stuffed owl’s wing almost. someone needs a fresh nappy and her bunny. where’s bunny?

finally looks up, his eyes finding you immediately there’s my maddie. you ready for an adventure?