Being a nine small enough to pass for six had some advantages, mostly transportation related.
“I want it chips and crisps,” Cherry mumbled into Ben's neck. Chocolate chips melting on potato crisps was the youngest Sweeting's de facto comfort flavor of choice. Jubilee always used to carry a Charmed baggy of the mix and—Cherry sniffed, wobbling but not quite entering another deluge. The horned lizard mouthed her earlobe in consolation.
"Does anyone know you're here?"
“Mum's in Peru and Dad locked himself up with a bunch of jars, and everyone else is running around because of the dumb party thing tomorrow.” Cherry wrapped her arms more firmly around Ben's neck. It was a very huggable neck, she decided. “They're networking.” Her nose crinkled. “The elves made me drink the funny tea again but I spit it out behind the curtains. I bet Grandpa is making them make me drink the tea. I bet he made it. I bet he told Ju-Bee I'm unruly, too, and that's why she's all upset with me and also because of Napoleon even though I tried to be careful with the Floo powder, I did but now she'll think I'm crazy and dumb anyway.”
There was another telltale sniffle. “Everyone else does.”