"French is so dull." Mona lamented from where she stood with her bow in hand, arrow nocked and ready to fly at their makeshift little target (haybales with a painted target on an old piece of cloth). The weather was finally nice and Mo just wanted to spent all day outside. There were trees to climb and brooms to ride and flowers to pick in the field and it was all far more interesting that maths and etiquette. Oh, she'd done it, as asked, but she was also in the mood to complain about it.

Frowning as her arrow stuck into a lower corner, just barely hitting the outermost section of the target, she turned back to her twin on a sigh. One of their giant Irish wolfhounds, Orla, was nearby, always watching while the girls were out in the yard without an adult. She yawned and lifted her head, but merely looked down the garden for a moment before closing her eyes again. Mona regarded the target anew and nocked another arrow. "Do you think that's what Hogwarts is going to be like? Surely it can't all be boring lessons?" She peeked over her shoulder at Stella briefly before refocusing on her shot. She released the arrow and it it hit more toward the middle this time. Satisfied, she turned to her twin in earnest now.

"Papa says it was so much fun, but honestly, with lessons all day, how entertaining can it truly be?" They were just a few short months from going to school themselves and Mo was both nervous and excited and it came out in rambles at the most random of times.