"No, no, I'll go see her. You stay and sit down, you look like you could use some rest!" he said smiling as he put his coffee cup down. "Nah, you only run your mouth of a little bit," and he winked at her and exited the kitchen. He would also need to pick up some ingredients, he liked doing things the muggle way. It was just more exiting, and it was fascinating the way muggles did things. Well, he was happy he finally had a house full of people he loved, his own family. It wasn't his blood family, but it was still family, in bond. He smiled as he walked up the stairs and entered Noel's room. He found her sitting up, drinking a bottle. He wondered how it had gotten there, then his mind hit the answer. It was early signs of magic, or Soph just left it within reach.
He walked over to her crib and smiled as she stood up and put her arms up. She felt hot as he picked her up, and she began to cough. But he held her and smiled down at her, she was the perfect grandchild. It was odd to think that, after all, he is only 23. He kissed the top of her head and began to walk around the room. Gently rocking her and humming a lullaby to her. "You're the perfect grandchild you know that right?" he told the silently falling asleep girl. "Just don't tell your brothers and sister I said that," he smirked.