Julian and Lucy had gone out on a date for the first time in a while—baby Henry had been keeping them fairly busy. If he wasn't crying, he wanted to be fed, if he wasn't eating, he wanted to be held. Both of them needed a night to bask in the other’s company and rest; and that is why they had asked Roman to babysit their son.

Things were going smoothly at first, Henry was happy, and behaving. Until he was not. Suddenly he was hungry, sleepy, and needy for attention all at once. As much of a talented wizard Roman was, taking care of the fussy baby exceeded his abilities.

You were enjoying the latest release of your favourite author, flipping the pages as you sipped on a cup of tea. The evening was calm, and quiet, a moment for you to relax. Moment that was soon interrupted by Roman's owl, where he practically begged for your assistance.

A look of relief washed over his face once he saw you standing on the doorway of the Petterson's cosy house. When you were by his side, everything was better. That was something he had learnt when you both were still in schol.

“Are you certain you know how to do it?” Roman inquired, his jumper folding as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway of Henry’s room. He knew you were more than capable, he just wanted to spite you.