"Very magical," Alfred agreed with a sage nod, and indeed it was, from the perspective of someone who had never visited before. The sirens and the weather charms and the little zoo might have become commonplace for him through his stay there and then his frequent visits following, but they weren't exactly things you found on the streets of Irvingly, or in most areas of London. He hoped she liked it as much as he thought she would.

"It'll only take a minute. We're going by floo," he said as he guided her towards the fireplace in the parlor. It occurred to him that he wasn't sure whether Charity had ever traveled by floo before, and the last thing he wanted to do was go losing his niece if she got nervous and said the wrong address at the last minute.

"Here. We'll go together," he offered, taking a pinch of floo powder and reaching for her hand before striding forward into the fireplace. A puff of powder and a roar of green, and away they went — off on the first, and hopefully not the last, adventure.