After everyone dispersed, Allen—who had been told by his mother that he needed to personally shoulder a father's responsibilities—showed no displeasure on his face. He steadily carried one child in each arm back to his room. As outstanding House-elves, Maggie and Kreacher had already set up the cribs and other things for their new little masters in the room while Allen and the others were still in the living room.
Thursday nestled in Allen's arms, put his chubby little fist beside his mouth, and gave a small yawn. But Wednesday's eyes were rolling around, and she showed no sign of sleepiness yet. Along the way, flowers and little ornaments drifted over to her from time to time; she was clearly using her magic.
Allen's movements were still somewhat clumsy, but he placed the children in the cribs as gently as he could. He also controlled a few toys, and to avoid disturbing his son's rest, he erased the sounds they should have made and let them float around Wednesday.
Then there was movement at the door to Allen's room. Sensing it, Allen turned his head and saw Luna poking her head in from the doorway. When her eyes met Allen's, she whooshed back out.
"What are you doing not coming in?"
Allen beckoned toward Luna, who guiltily poked her head out at the doorway again, sounding somewhat annoyed. Wearing pajamas and pajama pants printed with mad rabbits, she slipped in through the door. Her feet, clad only in socks and no slippers, made a tap-tap-tap sound against the floorboards, while the two carrot earrings swayed and swayed on her ears.
God's constitution seemed to have left her completely unaffected by childbirth. Having already regained her nimble figure, Luna leapt onto the bed behind Allen and sat cross-legged.
Allen did not