The child sniffled a few more times, but fought the urge to wipe away the tears because that would mean he would have to admit he was sad or scared, and that in and of itself was a scary notion for the boy. "You wouldn't? What would you do?" He asked in a small voice as she said she wouldn't send Nanny for a cup of tea. Curiosity was beginning to peak as his mother's patience had a magic all it's own.

She then mentioned her wand and charms and her ability to help. He thought about this for a good long moment, and then slowly he approached and gave her his small hand, but not the shoe, just in case, that stayed in his other hand. "Why do I have to wear them?" He didn't understand that either, the need for appearances. His small hand fell into her's and his big brown eyes stared up at her in wonder, snot running down from his nose mingling with the left over tears and spittle from his latest temper tantrum.

Hope Weston