Farm Harvest Celebration

Margaret sat next to her cousin, her ministry allocated legal guardian, surrounded once again by muggles and she finally felt safe after the last month in Hogwarts. Y'seult had pulled her out for a couple of days on the grounds of a family emergency, except in fact the emergency was Margaret herself. The young girl had been spiralling and she needed a break before she eventually hit the bottom. Her cousin had taken good care of her, she had had a bath in her own time, slept in a bed that was her own and her hair was in the prettiest braids. Noone from school would likely even recognise the little girl in a pretty grey dress with a flower in her hair.

She sat, eating a sweetened apple on a stick. She was still nervous and didnt quite know how to feel about her moment of freedom when she spotted someone familiar, Charley Goode was across the farm up to... something. Maggie's lips curled into a little smile, she liked Charley, she was a witch like all the other kids at school, but she was mostly just a child like her.

She asked her cousin if she could go and play then dropped onto the rough straw covered dirt. She quickly crossed the ground and crept up behind her friend. "Oi! What are you upto?" she said with feigned force, trying to make the little miscreant jump.