"I think she's ready to start them, Regina." Emma nodded. Eight was a good age to start magic lessons, right?
"She's just a little girl, Emma. She won't understand the dangers of magic until she's older." Regina on the other hand thought that eight was much to young to start learning magic. She had started when she was fifteen, almost twice Natalia's age!
"But her powers aren't under control, and I think that if she starts now she can develop it better when she's older," reasoned the blonde. Regina sighed.
"Alright, fine. We'll start on Sunday."
"Yes, I'll go tell the kid right now!" Emma practically jumped off the couch but was stopped by Regina's firm tone.
"Miss. Swan. Your daughter is sleeping! If you haven't already noticed, it's eleven thirty! Now, lets both get some sleep, alright?"
|A Couple Weeks Later|
"Mommy, it's not working." Natalia pouted up at her mother.
"You just need to concentrate, darling. Close your eyes and imagine the fork appear in your hand." Regina crossed her legs under the table as the little girl squeezed her eyes shut. The fork vanished from the table and appeared in Natalia's little hand, she jumped when she felt it.
"Look, mommy, I did it! I did it, mommy!" Natalia held the fork in the air as she jumped excitedly. Regina smiled and gently took the fork from her before lifting her into the air and into her arms.
"That's my girl. Mommy knew you could do it, sweetheart," Regina tickled her daughter underneath her chin, making Natalia erupt with giggles, "let's tell Mama the good news."