It was true: he hadn't spent as much time with Greta since starting Hogwarts. She was a muggle an he was a wizard, meaning their only commonalities were their shared parentage and their appearances. He had more in common with Oakshaft, who'd he only known for two years and was five years his junior! It was sad, but he'd resigned to the fact that he and Greta were unlikely to ever be closer than they were now. Before he knew it she'd be married off to some muggle man in the village, and he'd be off playing quidditch—and that would be that.
But despite that, hearing the sourness in his tone evoked a sense of guilt. Before their mother married Mr. Bell, Cameron had hardly given a thought to Greta's opinion of his magical abilities. Now, he knew she felt left out.
"Trust me, you don't want to be writing three-page-long reports for Professor Darrow in History of Magic. He's a great teacher, but I usually end up pestering Ned until he helps me do them," he said, blind to how insensitive it really sounded. For a muggleborn, he wasn't very fond of his classwork. He liked the magic itself and all things practical, but papers? When they had wands?
He didn't get it.
But despite that, hearing the sourness in his tone evoked a sense of guilt. Before their mother married Mr. Bell, Cameron had hardly given a thought to Greta's opinion of his magical abilities. Now, he knew she felt left out.
"Trust me, you don't want to be writing three-page-long reports for Professor Darrow in History of Magic. He's a great teacher, but I usually end up pestering Ned until he helps me do them," he said, blind to how insensitive it really sounded. For a muggleborn, he wasn't very fond of his classwork. He liked the magic itself and all things practical, but papers? When they had wands?
He didn't get it.
