Charity was looking forward to it. She looked forward to it with every flipped page in every book on magic she'd acquired for her library. She looked forward to it every evening when she flipped open a page in her General Hogwarts History book and attempted to sketch out the staircase, memorizing every step in doing so.
"I am," she said with an uncomfortable nod, because although she looked forward to school, there was a possibility that she might not be in a position to attend two years down the line. "I can't wait to be a real witch with a wand. I'm always surprised that they don't use them more. I'd use mine for everything."
"I am," she said with an uncomfortable nod, because although she looked forward to school, there was a possibility that she might not be in a position to attend two years down the line. "I can't wait to be a real witch with a wand. I'm always surprised that they don't use them more. I'd use mine for everything."
