49. Wingardium Leviosa
Age 2, Fall
Tibi was down for a nap, and so was Susan, but Tirion had an idea. Pulling a large brown bag from its hiding spot in the hall closet, he grinned to himself. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he carefully pulled out each item and laid it before him.
A plush snitch. A chinese fireball. A mini magic carpet. A trio of broom riders. An owl.
Reaching in, he pulled out the last one. A fwooper? He considered it a moment. It was bright, sure, but did he really want Tibi to want a fwooper? Shrugging, he added it to the mix. What were the chances he’d encounter an actual fwooper in muggle London, anyway. Especially one not properly charmed…
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Tirion looked back to the toys. Levitating them one at a time, he fixed them above Tibi’s playpen. Hearing Tibi cry as he awoke, he hurriedly cast the charm that would set them in motion, a magical mobile for his little boy.
Crumpling the bag, he tossed it to the side and went to see to Tibi. He would let Susan sleep.
It was time for magic.