What I like about Daphne is she still sees some of the magic in magic despite having grown up with it, and she still dreams. Tracey has this vision for the future that Harper, say, couldn’t quite envision, but it’s practical, there’s no dreaming involved. ‘Hoping’ at best. Daphne, by contrast, thinks about what *could* be. (And then probably adds brightly coloured bows and sparkles.)