"Dragon, Percy, dragon. Get it right," Charlie said, laughing. "Although they tend to breathe fire," he said, "so maybe not."
He sighed, but without any weight of malice behind it. "Yes, we should probably try," he said. "Up you get, Luce," he said, hoisting her off his lap and setting her on the floor so he could stand more easily. He would have just stood with her in his arms and set her on his chair, but he didn't quite trust his balance yet.
Standing he cocked his head at Percy. "So, what do you need me to do?" he asked. "Because my resizing charms probably shouldn't be used on clothes," he said. He was perfectly adequate at them, but he thought he remembered Percy being far more precise, as he was in so many things.