"If life gives you lemons, throw them at someone!"

The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband.The child had not cried all this time: he could stand, clutching the bars of his cot, and he looked up into the intruder’s face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing -

He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy’s face: he wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger. The child began to cry: it had seen that he was not James.