She smiled to him, "Just like that. You're just fine." she said, watching her daughter's diapered, tutu'd tush wiggle on Neville's arm. She moved to pull out her wand, looking around his house for a moment, then she setted in a chair and transfigured it into a bouncey swing in the middle of the large room. Thankfully it was a large room.
"Would you like to help me plan her birthday party?" she asked, glancing at him as she moved to take the girl. She managed to slip her into the swing and gently started to swing her. The girl, of course, squealed in delight. Her little feet kicked as she swung in the air.
Hannah seemed tired, but amused by her child's enjoyment of the simple things.