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Louis was proven wrong the next day when a child toddled over to him waving a floppy piece of plastic.
"Ba!" He held it out to Louis, chubby fingers gripping it tightly. "Blo ba!"
"Is that a ball? You want me to blow up the ball?" The child nodded, and Louis waited for him to release it.
"Charlie!" Louis turned to see a man approaching, dark hair half up and his t-shirt clinging to his chest. "I'm sorry, he spilled his juice on his sister and me then took off."
He was adorably frazzled. And familiar?
"Harry? Is that you?"