"Alys -- Alyssa -- is two. Her mother was French, and Alys is quite outgoing. She won't walk if she can run, and she's quite happy to say whatever comes to mind, as long as she can say it in French. Although it seems she understands English perfectly well." It was easy to talk about Alyssa, now that she was no longer a carefully kept secret. The topic had shifted to another spot in his mind, and Draco easily followed along. "She is, I'm assured, a perfectly typical toddler, and not an imp in girl's clothing."
One eyebrow arched. "Congratulations then. What is it you've apprenticed for?"