For the first time in her life, Charity had a governess who was concerned about her becoming more worldly. Seeing things, doing things—it was no longer just mindless book work and arithmatic. She was a witch, she'd been told, and she needed to know what it was like to be a witch, which meant spending the day in Hogsmeade for some more practical lessons. She'd already successfully played a tune on a flute designed to draw fairies when properly played, and she'd made it down one of the rockier paths while keeping the correct posture.
She thought back to her adventure with Uncle Darrow when walking near the Black Lake—which was rumored to have merpeople!—and had begged (to no avail) to buy a cookie on High Street in the shape of a sail boat. If only Uncle Evander had decided to live here instead of boring old Irvingly!
After a long morning, Charity and her governess had set up a picnic in the park, and had been allowed to go play as long as she didn't dirty her dress. She was surprised to find that magic children were doing very magic things. Some older children were playing on their broomsticks, while another pair of girls around her age (who, in her opinion, couldn't have possibly been so night with how they turned their nose up at her as she passed) were playing with a board game with moving pieces.
The only child not paired off with anyone was a boy who seemed a year or so older than her if she would have had to guess. She stopped a few feet away and tried to catch a glance at his magazine.
"What's that you're reading?" she asked with a timid smile.
She thought back to her adventure with Uncle Darrow when walking near the Black Lake—which was rumored to have merpeople!—and had begged (to no avail) to buy a cookie on High Street in the shape of a sail boat. If only Uncle Evander had decided to live here instead of boring old Irvingly!
After a long morning, Charity and her governess had set up a picnic in the park, and had been allowed to go play as long as she didn't dirty her dress. She was surprised to find that magic children were doing very magic things. Some older children were playing on their broomsticks, while another pair of girls around her age (who, in her opinion, couldn't have possibly been so night with how they turned their nose up at her as she passed) were playing with a board game with moving pieces.
The only child not paired off with anyone was a boy who seemed a year or so older than her if she would have had to guess. She stopped a few feet away and tried to catch a glance at his magazine.
"What's that you're reading?" she asked with a timid smile.
