"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Luna said, tilting the photograph this way and that as it sat on their cluttered nightstand.
Rolf nodded. "Huh. Not so identical here, though?"
She looked closer; three-year-old Lorcan, blushing at the foot of a tree, had a crippling case of "red-eye effect," while a smirking Lysander, hovering on a toy broomstick, had no such issue.
"I'll get rid of it," he said, taking out his wand.
"No need," said Luna, as the pictured Lysander stumbled off his broom while trying to wave at his parents. "It's just a photograph."