The little witch's eyebrows raised in comprehension as they stopped at the edge of the docs. "I see," she responded, realizing she was still holding onto his arm and letting go. Having spent a majority of her life trying to get away from people trying to cling to her, Sunday would figure that she would enjoy spending time in a boat alone. "But...." Her mind wandered to the thought of her Uncle Arven – so adventerous, and regailng her of the stories he'd stored up on his travels.

"Wouldn't you hit the ground before someone heard you scream? What if you went into Muggle territory?" Muggles were nice, but Sunday knew enough from taunting her sisters that magic was not allowed outside of Hogwarts, much less near Muggles!