"He..." Montague stopped, even he did not believe what he was about to say, but he was grasping at anything, anything to explain or help... "he is only six...there are later documented cases. The Longbottom one, he was older then six..." Not that he wanted to compare his so- Marlowe to a Longbottom...
Moving a hand to her hair, he let a few tendrails curl around his fingers as he looked at her staright. "Nothing. Nothing, he's only six- no one will... It's not a concern yet." Yet. Yet was the key word. Every year it got closer to school- every year he continued not to show magic.