"Kenna, I already told you this. Just because Healer Dugan calls me Harry, that doesn't mean you can too. I'm still me. I'm still Daddy."

"OK, Harry."

(Door opening, the noises of quick pecks on the cheek.)

"Hello, Kenna. Hello, Kenna's daddy who I'm definitely not going to call Harry. How was Kenna's appointment?"

"Great. She's healthy as ever."

"And the Healer gave me a lollipop!"

"Are they supposed to do that? Isn't it a bit counterproductive? And why were you so eager to go back for another appointment?"

"Oh, well, you know. It's important Kenna's healthy."

"And your crush on Dugan doesn't hurt, I'm sure."

"Oi! I don't have a crush on him. I don't have a crush on anyone."

"Harry, we've talked about this. It's completely OK if you have a thing for another guy. Just so long as he's not as cute as I am. Or as good a dad. Right, Kenna?"

(Giggling.)

"Well, fine. He's alright, I guess."

"You can do better than that."

"Fine. He's great and Kenna loves him."

"The Healer looks like Daddy."

"He looks at Daddy? Well, he should. Your daddy's very handsome. I like looking at him, too."

"No, he looks like you, Daddy."

"Does he?"

"Oh, God. He does."

"You have a crush on another man because he looks like me? Harry, that's so sweet. And so pathetic. Isn't Daddy pathetic, Kenna?"

"What's pathetic?

"It's what I am, Ken. And yes, he does look like you. He's got the hair and the cheekbones and even the eyes. But there's a lot he doesn't, too. That's why when he asked if I wanted to get a cuppa after our appointment, maybe this evening, I said no. He doesn't have the lazy half smile or the jaw line. Or the hands. You've got great hands."

"He asked you out?"

"He tried. Then he looked really embarrassed when I said something about my husband. Kind of remembered who I was then, I think."

"I'm glad you remembered, too."

"Please, Nev. Like I'd take some anonymous Healer with nice eyes over you."

"I think it's time for your nap, Ken."

"But I wanted to read!"

"I'll read to you a bit first."

"Both of you?"

"Sure."

(The crackling of a fireplace.)

"Or not. Just one Daddy for you, Kenna, I think. That'll be Kingsley. He said he migh be coming through the Floo with an assignment today."

"It's nice, isn't it? This 20 hours a week business?"

"I missed it. Though Kenna's still more fun than work."

"Of course she is. What do you want to read, Ken?"

"The new book!"

"The one about the teddy?"

"Yeah!"

"I'll see you soon."

"You need to kiss me before she goes to bed?"

"Course I do. Don't want any Healers snatching you away from me."

"Too right."

(Pause, footsteps.)

"'Lo, Kingsley. Come on in."

"Hi, Harry. Neville and Kenna aren't sticking around to say hello?"

"Kenna's had kind of an exciting day. We had a checkup with the Healer earlier, though I may have to switch Healers now. Anyway, she's ready for a nap, and it was Nev's turn to take over."

"Switch Healers?"

"He hit on me."

(Deep chuckling.)

"I don't suppose Neville would stand for that, then."

"No. No, I don't think he would. What's on the docket, then?"

"There's a fwooper infestation in the Isle of Wight that's gotten too out of hand for Magical Creatures. They want us to track down who's started it and find some kind of solution to stop it, plus muddle some memories along the way. Lots of Muggles seeing the damned things flying about."

"Alright. You need me in the office, then? Or should I go into the field?"

"Don't worry about it until Monday. I just wanted to catch you up on it and give you the case file. You and Neville both take Fridays off, don't you? Keep it that way. You probably work too much as it is anyway."

"I don't think that's true, actually. Nev makes sure that doesn't happen, and he's always been the harder worker between the two of us."

"The three of you seem very happy."

"We are."

"It's good to know."

(Footsteps.)

"Neville. Nice to see you."

"Nice to see you, too, Kingsley. Did I hear the word fwoopers?"

"Nev's uncle Algie used to have a fwooper. Dreadful pet."

"Why the ruddy hell anyone would want to infest an area with them, I have less than no idea. They can't really cause harm, except for the part where the singing drives people insane."

"Has that happened yet?"

"Only to one of ours, and they set him right back at the Ministry. Everyone's got earmuffs now."

"Good."

"Are you going today, then?"

"No. Monday. Don't worry, we still get our weekend."

"Right. I'll let you have that, then."

"Thanks, Kingsley."

(Crackling, followed by prolonged silence.)

"What's that for, then?"

"Just reminding you, you know. In case there were any lingering thoughts about that Healer."

"I already told you, Nev, he didn't have your hands. No one else does. And even if they did, I wouldn't want to test them out. Yours are better."

"I suppose you're asking me to use them now?"

"That's typically what I'm doing, isn't it?"

"It is. It's sick, really."

"Is Kenna asleep?"

"Three pages into Corduroy she was."

"Honestly, I don't know why Ron and Hermione complained so much when Hugo was 4. Kenna's a breeze."

"She has been since she was a baby. I think Hermione might resent us for it."

"Hey, it's her fault, giving her children the Weasley genetic code."

"You know what genetic code is now, then?"

"Shut it. Or let me."

"You never have to ask twice, you know. I'm as willing as ever."

"Even now you're over 30?"

"Even now, over 30. And you are, too."

"You don't have to remind me."

"Did you put a Silencing Charm on Kenna's door?"

"I always do. Naptime is a precious time for everyone."

"I like the way you think, Mr. Potter."

"And I like the way you haven't stopped calling me that, Mr. Potter."

"Shall we test out the strength of that charm, then?"

"I think we shall."