Magic
"Isn't it wonderful?"
"What?"
Albus looked at his cousin. She smiled.
"Magic! It's so useful. It's so incredibly wonderful."
Albus rolled his eyes. Rose had been working too hard again.
"Rosie, put down the book."
"I'm not holding a book, Al."
Oh. She wasn't.
"Have you been talking to Auntie Hermione again?"
"She is my mother, why wouldn't I talk to her?"
True.
Albus groaned. He was doomed.
"It's so…incredible. Magic, I mean."
"Yes, Rosie. I know."