"What is that?"

"You step into a fireplace and fly through 'em and come out of a different fireplace - come to think, that might not be good for children either - what we need is a carpet but they're not popular in Britain..."

"Well, if carriages are what they sound like..."

"Yeah. I'll need to go get one, though, will you be all right - shouldn't be five minutes -"

She looks around. "Yeah."

He vanishes with a crack and then reappears a few minutes later with another crack and a handheld carriage, which, placed on the road, grows up into a real one. With a flourish he offers her a hand to get into it.

She laughs and adjusts her hold on Catherine Caroline Surname TBD to take his hand and step up.

The carriage moves on its own, at quite a brisk pace. He puts an arm around her again. "What did your brother mean like Judith -"

"She's our sister, she's four now, she was a really easy baby, only ever wanted to nurse night and day and as long as that was handled she never cried."

"Awww. He wanted to know if you'd visit."

She makes a face. "I would but they live with my parents..."

"Can't arrange for them to visit either, at least not until the stupid Statute's repealed. Maybe we can tell them a place to meet us in London." He looks at the baby. "She's adorable."

"Mm-hm. And she does look just like me, doesn't she." Pet pet.

"Why the fuck would they take away your baby, what a horrible thing to do -"

"Can't have one in a convent."

"I am not clear on why send you to a convent either."

"Cure me of my wickedness, of course." Eyeroll.

"Did the father get sent to a convent too?"

"Monastery, and no, he's not Catholic."

"So people'll think she's mine - until she gets older and it becomes obvious she doesn't have exotic mysterious abilities - I am not especially attached to correcting them, it can be however you'd like -"

"I don't know - is it a problem when she doesn't have exotic mysterious abilities -"

"Kind of, yeah. We can keep her away from idiots but - it'll probably be a little hard for her, people don't think much of Squibs - that's when magic people have a nonmagical child..."

"- like the fireworks?"

"Hmm?"

"If a firework doesn't go off that's what it's called."