Ama glanced over at Billie to see how she'd chosen to begin her task, and — well, it looked like she'd gone for all the colours of childhood. Ama beamed at this, proceeding with her gently swirling waves of blue while the little one painted something that looked like it'd have a pot of gold at the end of it.

"Uagadou", she confirmed the pronunciation with a nod. "It's the oldest and greatest wizarding school in Africa, where magic was born", she explained with breathy drama in her voice as spoke of her dear home.

"Hogwarts is another great and ancient school. Will you be enrolling there?" Knowing that not all families could afford it, Ama did not wish to assume.