"You'll have to go next time," Lucy said. "Or maybe in winter--the park does look rather nice under the snow!" A fair enough consolation for how cold it got, after all.

"I think it'd be nice to be able to go home for a bit," Lucy said wistfully. She lived in Hogsmeade, of course, so it was a viable option when she was old enough to go herself, but it was still such a strange feeling to be so close to home and yet unable to go. A frustrating sort of homesickness, really.

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