Eventually, the animals did shuffle aside, however it took longer than the witch had hoped. Long enough for a man to come forward, obvoiusly looking for the child. How Penny had mistaken a child for a mooncalf, Amelia would never know, but she hastened forward to remedy the situation. Grabbing the scruff of the dog's collar, she gave a gentle tug. "I'm so sorry!" she said, her cheeks flushing. The man looked rather agitated. "This has never happened before," she attempted to explain.

Really, it hadn't ever happened before! Penny, however, was getting more frustrated and let out another little yip. Amelia gave another tug on her collar, wondering what had gotten into the australian shepherd. She looked back up, hoping the mooncalves wouldn't attempt to escape back out of the pen. She'd had enough trouble getting them inside! The child looked unperturbed, but Amelia knew that it might be the parent she'd have to worry about instead. What she'd seen of children here told her they were quick to bounce back if they fell, ran into something or were hurt. It was the parents that seemed to over-react.

"I assume this child is yours?" she said kindly to the man before glancing behind her at the confused mooncalves. She took her wand out and made a barrier between her and the mooncalves so they wouldn't escape. "I'm dreadfully sorry, sir, I hope you weren't left worrying too much!"