He didn't know what she was going on about, but it was clear that there was something going on at school that she didn't share with him. Oh how he'd hate to wake up one morning to find his magic gone and that his mother had decided to send him back to the local schoolhouse. Everyone there was so boring compared to his friends!
It seemed Greta, muggle or not, had picked up on that. He could not avoid the wave of guilt that overcame him; it crashed over him hard and all at once, and suddenly he was frowning at his sister.
"I would take you if I could," he said quietly, somberly. "I don't think you'd make it through the platform." His mother had never been able to go with him to the train during his first year. He'd went alone, because he was the only one who could go. "But it's okay. Tons of people are muggles and they get by. There's far less wizards and witches in the world."
It seemed Greta, muggle or not, had picked up on that. He could not avoid the wave of guilt that overcame him; it crashed over him hard and all at once, and suddenly he was frowning at his sister.
"I would take you if I could," he said quietly, somberly. "I don't think you'd make it through the platform." His mother had never been able to go with him to the train during his first year. He'd went alone, because he was the only one who could go. "But it's okay. Tons of people are muggles and they get by. There's far less wizards and witches in the world."
