Maybe he wouldn't fail Potions. Everyone seemed to balk at the idea. Alice was convinced he could do it, and so was Ned. At one point he thought Sloane was on the same level as resigned disappointment as him, but even she seemed to have confidence in him. Maybe they were just getting older and more responsible. The thought scared Cameron, who up until this year had thought responsibility was something that only adults should have to worry about. He needed to get himself together.
"Maybe I'll be able to get a new broom with the money, too," he joked. It had been a long time since Cameron had gotten a broom, but at fifteen he didn't think anyone ought to buy him one anymore. He regularly denied any gifts from the Bell family, except on holidays and when the school year rolled around. "Or maybe I should just start saving..." He'd need to if he wanted to get out of the Bell's home after graduation. He refused to be the moocher step-son, even if Greta was more than willing to play daughter to their step-father. "I'll figure it out," he dismissed with a shake of his head.
Getting to Irvingly would help with his goals. He wished it could have been Hogsmeade, but there was no helping that the magical world felt there was no place for muggles in Hogsmeade. His poor mother—if only she'd been born magical, too. And to think at one point she'd been so wary of his magic!
"Yeah," he said, a smile slipping onto his face as he looked up at her. "A lot more room on Irvingly lots than in Godric's Hollow, too." Lots of room to play quidditch. Lots of places to steal a few moments alone.
"Maybe I'll be able to get a new broom with the money, too," he joked. It had been a long time since Cameron had gotten a broom, but at fifteen he didn't think anyone ought to buy him one anymore. He regularly denied any gifts from the Bell family, except on holidays and when the school year rolled around. "Or maybe I should just start saving..." He'd need to if he wanted to get out of the Bell's home after graduation. He refused to be the moocher step-son, even if Greta was more than willing to play daughter to their step-father. "I'll figure it out," he dismissed with a shake of his head.
Getting to Irvingly would help with his goals. He wished it could have been Hogsmeade, but there was no helping that the magical world felt there was no place for muggles in Hogsmeade. His poor mother—if only she'd been born magical, too. And to think at one point she'd been so wary of his magic!
"Yeah," he said, a smile slipping onto his face as he looked up at her. "A lot more room on Irvingly lots than in Godric's Hollow, too." Lots of room to play quidditch. Lots of places to steal a few moments alone.
