Harry was leafing through a little children's book with unexpectedly dark drawings. He wondered how wizarding children slept with such stories for bedtimes. Though, Hänsel and Gretel, where the witch was pushed into the oven to burn alive, wasn't much better. They were sitting on the patio, house-elves littered between them, much to Draco's surprise, but the pureblood hadn't said anything when Rhodes had claimed a seat by his side. The cake was - as always - delicious and big enough for everyone to share, elves included.