"I wanna a sword too!" A five years old Stella Granger-Malfoy stamped her lacy sock foot, her thick blonde curls bouncing as she did.
"The 'fiwe'place poker is not a sword, sis." A very calm Scorpius tried to smooth his twin, gesticulating his little hands, palms facing up.
"We can play 'petend' it is!" She crossed her arms, pursing her lips just like her mom.
Scorpius sighed, moving his shoulders up and down dramatically to sign it. "We can't, sis."
"Why not?" Stella raised her voice, then she huffed and seated herself on the gray round rug adorning the floor.
"Shush!" Scorpius pressed his tiny finger on an exaggerated pout. "Don't scream, ok?"
"Sorry." It was obvious the discontent tone in her voice.
"Okay."
He walked towards his sister and crouched in front of her, his hands on his knees to balance himself.
"We can't use it as a sword 'cause it's 'dan-gewous'." he moved his head to one side, so he could look at her similar brown eyes. "It may cause a boo-boo."
"But I wanna be a knight! Like you and Albus!" Her voice sounded like she was holding back tears. Her bottom lip quivered.
"You can be the princess." Scorpius gave her a dimpled smile.
"No..."she sobbed.
He looked at the ceiling, then to his left, humming.
"We will ask papa if he can give you one sword, ok?" He pressed his chin against his own chest, looking at her with big eyes, much like a pleading puppy. It was effective as Stella visibly relaxed.
"Will you let me play with you and Albus, if he does?" her voice sounded as tiny as she looked.
Scorpius nodded eagerly.
"Okay. Thank you, Scorpy." Stella uncrossed her arms to wipe off her tears.
"It's ok, étoile." he kneeled to hug her. When she hugged him back, Scorpius smiled with his lips closed and gave her hair a few light strokes.
"Thanks Merlin, God, whoever, for this thing." Draco whispered to his wife as she tried to keep a steady hold on a filming camera through the ajar door to the twins playroom.
"Etienne-Jules Marey." She pressed a few buttons, which functions were absolutely unknown to him.
"What?" he looked at her, frowning.
"The one who came up with the first prototype." she said as if it was obvious."Etienne-Jules Marey."
Draco grimaced.
"How do you even spell it?" it wasn't.
Hermione laughed, shaking her head, making a few curls fall lose from her high bun."Don't worry about it."