"It's all right," Percy said, stepping over to place a hand on Lucy's shoulder. He could already sense the sheer number of questions the boy's words had no doubt prompted in her and if he didn't put a stop to it now, then they would be filding questions for a month. "This little lady is Lucy, and I'm Percy. It's a pleasure to meet you both."
"But Daddy, he said Quodpot is bloodier than quidditch, and what's soccer and football, and how did you bounce that on your knee, did your Mum cast a spell, or-"
"Lucy," Percy began with a no-nonsense tone of voice, "why don't you take Christopher to see some of the flowers, and he can answer some of your questions there."
She nodded excitedly and reached out to take Christopher's hand, then all but dragged him off to see the flowers she and Percy had only earlier replanted after she'd decided to uproot them to bring home. Once their backs were turned, Percy let out a quiet chuckle and looked to Lisa. "Were we ever that young?"