7th July, 1888 — The Slums
This was not the summer in Hogsmeade that Silence Daisy had wanted. They were supposed to open up the Summer Solstice Festival and everyone would come flocking to the carnival and Daisy would make some new friends and have some adventures and buy a wand and see the village and get to go to Hogwarts in September.
And she'd hardly even seen the village, because of all this silly, silly fog. It had been a little bit fun at first, but not being able to do magic had put a damper on her finally-get-a-wand plans and also on the carnival opening.
And then last week, after the toads, the locusts had raged through the town and ravaged much of the carnival and the park. Locust carcasses were still turning up in her cot and her clothes, and there was now a great deal of tent-mending to be done.
So Daisy had slipped away, because working was boring and there was still a lot of Hogsmeade she hadn't seen yet. She'd gotten told off for lurking about in the fancier parts of town, so today she had wandered past the High Street towards the shabbier streets of houses. She didn't know precisely where she was going (alright, she was terribly lost), but after a while of trying - and failing - to scale a wall to see if she could squint through the fog and figure out where she was, Daisy had caught sight of a creature slinking about. It looked like a cat, she thought, but not quite a cat. "Here, puss," she said, crouching eagerly, but the cat was already weaving away. Daisy, without a thought, scampered after it, trying not to lose it in the fog. She'd pet it eventually, she would!
And she'd hardly even seen the village, because of all this silly, silly fog. It had been a little bit fun at first, but not being able to do magic had put a damper on her finally-get-a-wand plans and also on the carnival opening.
And then last week, after the toads, the locusts had raged through the town and ravaged much of the carnival and the park. Locust carcasses were still turning up in her cot and her clothes, and there was now a great deal of tent-mending to be done.
So Daisy had slipped away, because working was boring and there was still a lot of Hogsmeade she hadn't seen yet. She'd gotten told off for lurking about in the fancier parts of town, so today she had wandered past the High Street towards the shabbier streets of houses. She didn't know precisely where she was going (alright, she was terribly lost), but after a while of trying - and failing - to scale a wall to see if she could squint through the fog and figure out where she was, Daisy had caught sight of a creature slinking about. It looked like a cat, she thought, but not quite a cat. "Here, puss," she said, crouching eagerly, but the cat was already weaving away. Daisy, without a thought, scampered after it, trying not to lose it in the fog. She'd pet it eventually, she would!