Hope had known it would be difficult, bringing Percy home. He hadn't been in the greatest of living situations when he'd been found, and of course there would be time needed to adjust to being in a safe, warm, loving environment. On top of that, he was still a child. He was still only five years of age.

And at five years old, he'd already been through hell.

"Now, Percy," Hope smiled, holding out an open hand, palm turned to the sky, "I can assure you, if Nanny truly wanted to do you harm, I wouldn't have sent her off for a cup of tea." She couldn't do much about the situation as a whole, but she could, perhaps, fix the present issue, if she could simply convince him to hand over the shoe and join her for a short walk down to her bedroom.

She probably should have brought her wand along.

"If the shoes are hurting and the shirt is itching, then those are circumstances I can help you with. After all, I did quite well in Charms class, and have been reading up on some spells intended for comfort in clothing." She slowly reached forward, with that upturned hand. "If you'll come along with me, I can help you. I left my wand in my room."

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