I just had the strangest day. Petunia and I had gone to the park in the morning to play, as we did almost every day. But this day was something different. This day was something special. Today, a little boy with long black hair and an odd patchy smock had leapt out of the bushes and told me I was a witch. Petunia says that he's crazy, that his whole family is crazy, and I shouldn't ever talk to him again. But I just can't help the feeling that this boy is something different, that this boy is something special. And maybe I am too.