Dora nodded. "I'm a--" She stopped very suddenly, realising that she didn't want to throw a big word like 'metamorphmagus' at a child who looked no more than about five or six. "I can change my shape as often as I'd like. I was born with it. My mum and dad weren't expecting it when I turned my nose into one like a pig's. I can't remember ever not being able to do it."
Wondering if he'd understood that, she looked down with a smile as they stepped down the plank. A plank which she was quite amused that Liam seemed to think they could make people walk. She wondered if he'd ever been read Peter Pan. Likely not with two wizarding parents, but she thought he would like it.
"Who's Nigel?" she asked him. Narrowing her eyes, she searched for the table piled with deserts ad started leading them towards it. "I can't fly very well at all. I'm horrible at it. I remember dreading flying lessons at school, but you're likely brilliant at it. Do you have a toy broom yet?"