Flora was utterly appalled that Mr. Fudge either (1) didn't pay enough attention to the events around him, or (2) had been so sheltered by his family that he hadn't even realized there was magic-inhibiting fog invading Hogsmeade!
"Oh you must know, Mr. Fudge," she said with a dismissive wave, hoping he was joking. "Hogsmeade and the surrounding areas—Hogwarts included, I'm afraid!—has been cloaked in a blanket of fog that's stopped magic from working. It seems to have some very odd, very scary side effects, too: darkness, frogs, locusts," she explained, her stomach turning just at the mention.
"I'm worried we won't be able to go to school if they don't stop it. How will we learn magic if we can't even cast a spell?" she asked somberly, flashing a concerned glance in his direction.
"Oh you must know, Mr. Fudge," she said with a dismissive wave, hoping he was joking. "Hogsmeade and the surrounding areas—Hogwarts included, I'm afraid!—has been cloaked in a blanket of fog that's stopped magic from working. It seems to have some very odd, very scary side effects, too: darkness, frogs, locusts," she explained, her stomach turning just at the mention.
"I'm worried we won't be able to go to school if they don't stop it. How will we learn magic if we can't even cast a spell?" she asked somberly, flashing a concerned glance in his direction.
