-Doubts.-

Days later, Daffodille was sitting the front room, gazing at the television. Her grandparents hadn't understood why her mom and dad brought a Muggle appliance. Daffy had to agree; all it showed was boring Game Shows.

Her mother (Katherine) entered the room. "Daffy, 'ave you been playin' in ze garden agaen? We 'as vizitors comin' over today." Kath was French and it was painted clearly in her accent.

Daffy looked down at her dress and blushed slightly. The dress was meant to be plain white, but instead it had patches of brown all over it. Knowing the five year old, it was either mud or chocolate; possibly both. "Not really, Mom."

Katherine frowned slightly, "well, you'll 'ave to get a bath aney'ow. Your father would wan' you to be prezentable." The blonde's frown became more concerned. "By ze way, Daffy. Iz zomething botherin' you? You've been actheeng off for ze last couple of dayz."

Daffy fiddle with the hem of her dress. "James seems ta think I'm not going to Hogwarts. He thinks that I'm going to Beauxtons instead. And, well, I don't think I am a Witch."

Her mother's concern grew rapidly. Not a Witch? Her daughter certainly was doubtful. "But Daffy, you still 'ave time before knowing. Eet takes time. 'Onestly. And you're going to 'Ogwarts I reassure you."

Daffodille, who wasn't entirely convinced, nodded at her mother. "Okay. I shall be getting ready now." On tha note, the five year old stood up and exited the room.

One week later...

Daffy was helping her Aunt Diadora and mother with preperations for Rose's four birthday party. Once her mother was out of earshot (and out of the room), she looked to her aunt. "Aunt Dia? When did you find out about your Magic abilities?"

Diadora looked at her niece and smiled fondly at her interest. "When I was six actually. I accidently smashed my mother's best china. You should of seen her face." Her aunt held an amused expression upon her face.

A sudden movement caused Daffy to scowled and almost drop all the floor into the cake mixture (she was in charge of baking). "Jamie let go of the toy broomstick. That's mine." To think she saw this coming. As though she predicted it. Predicted it? Divination, great. Least she had Magic.

James sent daggers to his cousin's back. "How do you do that?"

Daffy's face creaked into a huge grin and she spun around to look at him. "I'm physchic. And you know you shouldn't glare at someone's back. You should just stop with the glaring, Jamie."

"You really freak me out. Seriously, how do Aunt Kath and Uncle Ben put up with you?"

His mother laughed and gently ruffled his hair. "Play nice, James."

Daffy's grin widened, she was going to love winding up her cousin at Hogwarts...