June. So much could happen between now and June. She could be shipped off again, or Miss Clearwater could decide that she needed more help than most girls her age and she could be thrown into a girl's school. She hoped none of that would happen, but June was so far away.

"Definitely more than fourteen business days," she agreed with a nod. She wondered who the quidditch players would be, and what they would be like. Were they older, or younger? Did girls play quidditch, or was it only the boys? No matter what, she was glad to have something to look forward to, assuming she built the perfect argument to present to Uncle Evander.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Mohr. My name's Charity Lloyd," she said with a smile.

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