"Good." He chucked her under the chin and gave her his goofiest grin. He'd dwell on yellow hair and mean smiles later. "You shouldn't talk to strangers anyway." Lifting Leila up high, Harry sat back and maneuvered them until she was sitting in his lap, facing the mess she'd made in her anger.
"Do you want to see some magic?" Leila gave him a tense look and nod, and Harry gently turned her head back to face the room. "It just takes a swish and flick."
Harry waved his wand and the room began to fix itself, game pieces jumping back into boxes, which shelved themselves when done, and stuffed animals marching back to scramble onto the shelf where they belonged. For minutes, a colourful parade moved past their eyes, and when it was over, Harry looked at Leila to see her jaw slack and eyes wide. He'd be performing this magic for her over and over again, he could tell. Not that Harry would ever mind it.