Hannah hummed softly to her baby and continued to work the brush through her hair. There were some things that were just meant to be in life. Her daughter was one of them. She brushed a soft kiss over her head and just enjoyed the quiet moment between them. She didn't get many of them during the week. "Want to go on a trip, poppit?" she asked, quietly, "Go to Hogsmeade and look for a new house?"
Olivia just looked at her mother for a moment, blinking, "Pretty fowers?"