"Two weeks." Evelyn replied, picking up a sleeping Gwyn with a groan. The little girl had slept through the excitement, sprawled out on the couch. Draco took the child from her, resting her head on his shoulder. "It- if he doesn't use magic it works, but if he does, then it vanishes in an instant." She ran her fingers through her daughter’s pinpoint straight blonde hair like hers. "I’m sorry about Will, he has gotten some control of his magic, but he still has those outbursts."