Our little Fidget has discovered Harry Potter. Now she’s our little Hermione Granger.
She will “swish-and-flick” and wants a house elf called Dobby!
She tries to levitate toys with a plumby pronunciation of ‘Wingardium Leviosa’ and corrects us with a superior attitude: “It’s Wingardium Levi-OH-sa, not Levio-SAH!”
Then with her chin on her chest and dejected expression, she grumbled:
“Daddy, Draco Malfoy called me a mud-blood.”
To which I replied: “Let’s face it, Fidget, your heritage is a little mixed: you’re a quarter English, a quarter Welsh, a quarter Spanish and a quarter Portuguese. Things really couldn’t be any muddier!”