"Yeah, absolutely," Ford agreed with no hesitation. This was something he thought about not infrequently, but usually didn't voice. He didn't want to appear to be complaining about Hogsmeade when, from all outward appearances, he'd been the one to spontaneously decide to sell their country home and move here in the first place. But it didn't make sense to try and keep a charade up around Cash. Ford had determined that by now, Lestrange already knew half his secrets and had neither the energy to devote to sussing out the rest nor the inclination to do so.
"It's that it all sprung up too fast," Ford continued. "All of Hogsmeade is like that. It didn't grow out organically like other towns did. The houses might be different colors but they're all the same style and the same age and everything. None of the trees are taller than any of the others."
"It's that it all sprung up too fast," Ford continued. "All of Hogsmeade is like that. It didn't grow out organically like other towns did. The houses might be different colors but they're all the same style and the same age and everything. None of the trees are taller than any of the others."

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