"She can hardly walk, Draco." Her eyes drift automatically away from one perfectly smoothed blonde head of hair to the mass of tight light brown curls piled atop the small toddler’s head seated in Draco’s lap, The baby smiled brightly before returning her attention back to mashing the banana into the table, speaking fluent gibberish to the fallen fruit. Sometimes Draco liked to add the narrative in for her, whispering tales of heroines, into her ears.  