Morning, July 13th, 1894 — Hogsmeade's Fishing Tournament, Kids competition

"Millie, I got another one!" Anne yelled back from the shore, enthusiastically waving her small catch. Anne threw the tiny fish back with a bit more force than necessary, cringing as it flew farther than fish were meant to travel by air. A look of exasperation from the adult nearest her on the bank reminded Anne that fishing was meant to be a quiet pastime. Waving Millie to come join her on the bank, Anne made a face of disgusted glee as she grabbed her next worm.

Anne knew mum might be less than pleased that Anne spent the day participating in a fishing tournament. Very unladylike and all that, but Anne wasn't bothered. Sometimes, her class worked in her favor. As long as she wasn't prissy like Violet's kind, Anne could do much of what she pleased. At least if she could pull it off without needing parental approval. That seemed to be getting more and more scarce. Turning her attention back to the competition at hand, Anne speared her worm and cast her line. "Millie," She called out, "You don't know what you're missing."

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