He could be content with that. The worst thing Sunday's mother could do was say no, and although it would be a disappointment, he hadn't come to the Sanditon with the expectations of having Sunday come with him next year. It would be fine. They had these two weeks to play and explore before his parents dragged him and his siblings back to their Hogsmeade home to wait out the rest of the summer. (That was plenty of time for his parents to get to now Mrs. (and Mr.?) Fudge.)
"Deal," he agreed with a warm smile before pushing the thoughts aside to focus on his book. Over the years, questions about muggles had popped up in the Diggory household. They were not particularly fond of muggles, but considered them a separate equal; they live parallel lives to wizards, and neither side would ever truly understand how the other lived.
"They do," he replied eagerly. "They have their own creatures to help them get across, and they have tools to prevent them from slipping. I've seen it myself!" If only his parents had included pictures of muggles in their manuscript!
"Deal," he agreed with a warm smile before pushing the thoughts aside to focus on his book. Over the years, questions about muggles had popped up in the Diggory household. They were not particularly fond of muggles, but considered them a separate equal; they live parallel lives to wizards, and neither side would ever truly understand how the other lived.
"They do," he replied eagerly. "They have their own creatures to help them get across, and they have tools to prevent them from slipping. I've seen it myself!" If only his parents had included pictures of muggles in their manuscript!