Ned dodged the weed this time and laughed as it went sailing past him and splat into a heap. It was probably for the best that Sloane didn't mention that quidditch wasn't in her future anymore, or he would have launched into twenty questions. He was well-meaning, of course, but he couldn't help that he'd somehow become an excitable father without ever having actual children of his own.

"Sometime in July. I assume around when we receive our letters," he remarked with a groan. It was only June. How was he expected to wait until an unknown date in July?

"Do you have any exciting plans for the summer? Aside from weeding and lessons?" He smiled at her again and set about ripping more stubborn plants from the ground.