After leaving St. Mungo's Hospital, the group strolled leisurely down a tree-lined path.
Behind them, a row of automatic strollers rolled along in single file. The three babies inside stretched their hands, kicked their feet, and giggled nonstop—and the one responsible for pushing them from behind was Helena. Narcissa had tactfully chosen not to come along and disturb this family happiness.
The Female Ghost calmly straightened the Flying Carpet toy Delphini had sent fluttering everywhere with magic, adjusted the strap that Younger Sister Wednesday had yanked down, and fixed the sunshade over her chubby Younger Brother Thursday in the stroller...
A ghost caring for three babies had already become very practiced—Wednesday and Thursday were no more trouble than the parents she looked after when they got out of bed.
At this moment, Allen looked blissful. Beside him were the people he loved; his children, his younger sisters, and even his adopted daughter were all adorable, healthy, and lively. Warm sunlight, fresh air—a sense of peaceful, settled years welled up in his heart. Then it was replaced by another thought.
"Helena could handle two more without any problem." Luna held up three fingers, then turned them into five, shaking her head as she said this to Penelope, who had one of Allen's younger sisters strapped to her front and another to her back.
"No need. I'm not like you... I promised Morgan le Fay, so naturally I'll take proper care of them myself." Penelope stubbornly lifted her chin, even looking with a trace of pity for the first time at the Female Ghost bustling around. "Your daughter's no problem, of course. She even has to take care of you most of the time..."
"I'll come look after Delphini once I finish eating..." Hermione, still holding the small half piece of lemon