Draco and Luna brought the children to St Mungos to see the new baby. Rye and Blaise were less than impressed, having seen enough other babies come to their own house. Callie had been somewhat disappointed that it was a human baby. She had been hoping for a baby snorkack or something interesting. Cassie sat on the arm of Draco's chair as he held his godson.

"I yike dis one, Daddy." She informed him. "I keep dis one."

He smiled at her, with the patience of a practiced father. "No, sweetie. This is Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's baby. They keep him. Scorpius is our baby. We keep Scorpius."

"No, Daddy," she shook her little head, blonde curls flying. She pointed at the baby he held. "Dis one mine. Unca Hawwy and Aunt Ginny baby. But I yuv him." She leaned over and kissed the baby's cheek. "My Ow-bus Se-wus."

"Okay, but he's going home with Uncle Harry." Draco told her.

"I go see him." She insisted folding her little arms across her chest. She was by far the sweetest and most loving of Draco and Luna's children, but she also had all the stubbornness of Draco, Lucius, and the entire Black family compacted into one little body.

The next morning, Draco woke to find Cassie standing beside his bed, fully dressed, with her dress on backwards and shoes on the wrong feet. He reached over to lift her onto the bed, but she pulled at his hands. "No Daddy! Get up! We go see my Ow-bus Se-wus!"