Antonin reached into a belt pouch and pulled out a small candy. "Had these made up for children, instead of a potion." He waved the treat in front of Polly's face where she could see it, then popped it into her mouth. He chuckled as the small girl's eyes lit at the taste.
Drawing his wand, he cast the rest of the charm, chattering and whistling it in mermish.
"There," he told Pansy. "Quickly done. Now the same for you?"
"Oh, you mean like Morag? The woman who stayed with Ogden all those years. The one that refuses to leave England when we could have the rest of the world to play in? You might say I know about that sort of person."