"Thank you, Bindi," Cas acknowledged. Satisfied Harry would be completely fine, he headed to the kitchen, picking up the wooden spoon that had never been used for cooking, before he made his way up to his sister’s room. He needed to get the old playroom set up, but he hadn’t expected to need to deal with Jenny today. It reminded him of the little red-headed Gryffindor first year he’d met last year, William Weasley, or Billy as he preferred. The eleven-year-old apparently had either six or seven younger siblings, Cas couldn’t quite remember how many he said he had. It had saddened him a little that the eleven-year-old seemed to feel responsible for his younger siblings in an almost parental way, but now Cas could understand needing an extra hand or two if there were seven or eight kids – he was struggling with just two!