Daddy says the signs of a witch or wizard show early, like when they can do something if they get mad or something. The only thing I can do when I get mad is get sent to my room.
My daddy's name is Draco Malfoy, and my mummy's name is Astoria. They are a wizard and a witch. My brother, Scorpius, is going to be a wizard too.
Everyone in my family is, will be, or has been a witch or wizard.
Everyone except me.
I am Calli Daphne Malfoy. I am the only one in my family who can't do magic. It makes no sense. Daddy says our blood is some of the purest blood of witches and wizards. That means I'm sure to be a witch, right?
My mummy and daddy always praise Scorpius. Once, he got upset, and the vase near him exploded. Mummy had said, "That's our little wizard!" and bought him ice cream. Ice cream! For breaking an expensive vase!
Right now, Scorpius is eleven and I am nine. He has gotten a letter. The letter. The letter to go to Hogwarts, the same school of witchcraft and wizardry my mummy and daddy went to; an invitation there. So, they take him to get his supplies. I'm allowed to come along, but my mother watches me like a hawk.
Diagon Alley is such a great place! It has stores for everything; books, wands, robes, cauldrons...
They even buy him a pet owl! A snowy owl, to be exact. When Scorpius says he wants it, Daddy makes a face, and I'm guessing it's because Harry Potter. Harry Potter was Daddy's worst enemy, but they don't exactly hate each other anymore.
I'm not allowed to come with Mummy and Daddy when they take Scorpius to Platform 9 ¾. I ask why, and Daddy looks at me and shakes his head.
"Because you're a freak," Scorpius tells me as they are about to leave. "Because you aren't magic."
"Am not!" I yell at him, pushing him.
"Mum! Dad! Calli's trying to break my wand!"
That is a total lie! I don't intend to break his wand! He just makes me so mad...