“Harry, where’s the baby…there he is!”

Giggles.

“Where’s the baby…there he is!”

Screams.

“Who’s a big boy?”

Gibberish.

“Yes, Harry is a big boy…big boy…yes you are…”

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

“Severus! Back already? Well…I’ll just be going now. Things to do, places to be...ah, see you at supper,” he says and hurries out the door.

My eyes follow the retreating dwarf until he is out of sight.

I turn to glare at Harry as he tries to contaminate me with drool.

“What utter nonsense, Where is the baby, indeed.”

Harry bursts into a fit of laughter.