Lily stood at the top of the stairs, tears spilling over her small cheeks. Why couldn't of Mummy have had girls then she would have sisters and not brothers. Brothers were rotten; they wouldn't let her play with them because she was a girl. Lily liked being a girl she could dress up in the pretty close Mummy bought her or climb a tree. James said she could even act like a baby longer; because boys weren't suppose to cry. He was always calling her a baby and Al would too if he was near him.
Lily heard the front door open and knew that Daddy was home, so she ran down the stairs and threw herself into his arms.
"Oh no, It looks like I have a weeping Lily on my hands"
Lily sniffled and pressed her face to her father's shoulder. If she told on the boys they would both call her a tattle tale, but she didn't care.
Through her tears she said 'James and Al" sniff "called me a" sniff "squib"
"They did? Well that's not nice is it?"
'No, but Daddy what's a squib?"
"It's a person who can't do magic but is born into a magical family."
'Oh" Lily said looking confused "But I can do magic, and when I get big and get a wand I am gonna learn Mummy's bat bogey hex, then my brothers will be nice to me."
"That would teach them. Where are the little monsters anyways?"
Lily giggled; it was funny when daddy called them monster. "Upstairs in James room. Are you going to yell at them?" She asked hopefully.
Daddy just smiled at her and shook his head and tip toed up the stairs "No let's sneak up on them and scare them!"
Daddy always made her feel better.