Stella blinked sleepily from where she perched on a nearby chaise, her dangling hand resting atop Orla's head. She'd brought a book to read while Ramona took her turns but it had long been abandoned in favor of basking in the sun much like a cat. For a moment, Mo's complaint made Tells think she'd forgotten some sort of evening lesson and she bristled unhappily only settling as Mona took her next shot and she realized her sister was only complaining about that morning.

"I hope not," Stella agreed, thinking it over. She'd been excited about the idea of spending most of the next seven years away from her governess's constant nagging but the idea of trading one nagging source for another when it wasn't interesting didn't sit well. "But at least these lessons have magic." Still, she really wasn't sure magic would be enough to make classes fun unless they had a practical element. Transfiguration wasn't interesting enough to listen to someone drone on for an hour. She did look forward to getting to try things though.

And... "We'll make all sorts of new friends too." It would be like a whole year long sleepover with their new dormmates (she was refusing to think about Mona being sorted into another house than her when they'd shared the same room their whole lives) and while classes might still be boring, the things they could do with the magic they learned in it...

"And it will not just be a governess talking for hours. We will actually get to do something that isn't just our numbers." She sighed, long and drawn out as she thought about the comparison of solving yet another multiplication table or getting to learn to cast patronuses. (Romona and Stella were twins. They shared pretty much anything from items to opinions - would they share a patronus too? She felt like surely hers would be a wolfhound.) A pantronus clearly won. And maybe they'd get to go on some grand adventure at Hogwarts. Maybe they'd host another panmagical games and they could spend a year in... we'll she didn't know. Maybe Africa?

Yes but I'm also excited to meet... different people? Everyone we are friends with come from the same background as us. Mostly the same family too. At school maybe one of our dormmates might be from another country or class or... I don't know but still."

She frowned then, nose pinched. Momma had already told the girls they wouldn't be permitted to bring their bows and they wouldn't be allowed to roam the halls in their pants. She'd said they'd have to act a bit more like society expected of a lady and Tells - like Mo - was not looking forwards to it. She had already determined that she was going to slip at least a pair of pants in her trunk after the maid's finished packing it. "Do you think we might end up as pale as Regina?"

She rolled, shifting to move out of the shade as the sun moved across the sky and closed her eyes. She would miss this most, she thought. The peaceful solitude of their forest and gardens. She knew Hogwarts had a ground but it wouldn't be the same with so many people. There would be so much more noise. And the sun would feel different. Tells yawned, wiggling into the cushions. "But that means he can't be mad at us if we do."

"Where we'll end up? Mmmm im sure we'll be together. I doubt we'll be in Ravenclaw. If we were, I think we might have to drop out after that Troll in shame. I think you'd do well to try out for quidditch. They'd be lucky to have you. And Mama and Papa would be so proud. " She still wasn't sure if she wanted to try out. But it might be more fun if she was playing with Mo. She certainly didn't want to play against her twin.

"That one was nice," Tells offered, looking over at the sound of strings being drawn again. Lazily she ran her hand across Orla's head, grinning as the dog leaned her head against Tells's hand. She also miss the dogs.

"Of course not! I'm sure you'll make it... but even if you don't I'm sure that and club will certainly look good next year. But you'll make it."  She didn't really haven't any doubt about that. How could they not want her sister? That would be crazy. But then she perked up, "Ohhh Papa would probably get us new brooms if we asked. Especially if you told him you were wanting to try out. And I could say I want to try out with you?"

She shifted again, lifting her legs to allow her sister to slip underneath wanting to make space but not willing to loose her comfy spot. "Oh... we could tell him we want him to take us wand shopping. If we go to Diagon Alll will have to pass Quality Quidditch and we can just say we want to look. We start school in a few months and we are already eleven. There is no reason not to go wand shopping now, is there? I doubt we need to wait till we get our letters."

"As long as you don't think Mama will be upset not going?" she would want to hurt Mama, not when she knew that the two of them leaving would already hurt her.

"Maybe we forget a book at the bookstore? Or realize we missed some potion ingredient?" Tells offered, looking up at her sister with a faint smile. Most of all, she would miss this - lazy afternoons in the gardens with Ramona with nothing but their family and the dogs. Now they just needed Mama and Papa. "That seems like a believable thing to look over I think? And if Mama isn't there and we mention quidditch tryouts he might even offer himself!" This declaration was followed by a tingy giggle.