30th October 1935
"Minerva!"
The young baby jumped at the sound of her name and at once the toys which had been levitating around her fell noisily to the floor. Her eyes wide with shock, she stared back at her mother from her cot for a moment before tears started to pool in her green eyes.
"I'm sorry darling, Mummy didn't mean to scare you," Isobel apologised, hurrying over to the crying baby and picking her up. "There, there now, shh…"
"What's going on?" asked Robert, poking his head through the nursery door.
Isobel looked helplessly at her husband, whose face went from confused to understanding. Eyes darting between the cot, Minerva and the toys in a mess on the floor, he passed a hand through his hair and entered the room.
"Is it this… erm – this magic thing that's made this happen?"
Isobel looked down at the floor. "She might have squeezed through the bars of her cot –"
"And reached her toys on top of the wardrobe?" interrupted Robert tiredly. "Don't lie to me Isobel, please. We've put an end to that haven't we?"
Isobel blushed and looked away. Silence filled the room as both partners thought back to the previous night when Isobel had revealed her wand from a locked box and her true identity as a witch.
The silence seemed to go on forever until finally, Robert spoke, his voice embarrassed but firm. "Let me take her," he said, already coming over. "You look exhausted. Why don't you try and get some sleep?"
Isobel looked into her husband's eyes for a moment before finally conceding. She passed over the now drowsy baby to Robert, however, she paused before leaving the room.
"I do love you, Robert," she said quietly. "I didn't want to keep any of this from you. I never would have if—"
Robert interrupted her by kissing her gently on the lips. After a minute they broke apart. Robert wiped a few tears from Isobel's cheeks. "I love you too, Isobel," he said quietly.