Leo was snuggled into his side on the swinging bench in his parent's garden, his eyes shut and his thumb threatening to creep its way back into his mouth no matter how many times Draco pulled it out. He hadn’t wanted to join in with Lyra as she zipped about the garden on a toy broom while his father threw a quaffle through the air for her to catch. He’d been much more interested in looking for bugs in the plants, but apparently looking for butterflies was extremely hard work, and he’d quickly ended up snoozing on the bench with Draco and Narcissa.