“Why’s it the mums job?” Sadie asked, a little annoyed at the idea. It hardly seemed right to her. She knew several of her friends mum’s stayed at home, but Sadie had never liked the idea. As much as working on the farm didn’t appeal to her, she’d been raised to work hard. She detested the idea of being stuck at home all day. She ‘hmph’ed a little, before moving onwards. It was hardly George’s fault that the wizarding system was so seemingly unfair.

“School is brilliant,” she enthused brightly, folding her legs up onto her seat. “There weren’t a lot of other kids in the village, but I got to make lots of friends in class.”

He looked confused—oh, right, Brennan had mentioned that wizards didn’t really have video games or television. How strange. She lit up, clapping her hands.

“Oh! They’re brilliant! People make stories and you get to play them. Um! I don’t know how else to describe them? I’m bad at this,” she laughed there, scratching her nose. “You get to be someone else and fight bad guys or solve puzzles or save the galaxy. It’s magical!”

He asked about Diagon Alley and Sadie lit up like it was Christmas. She couldn’t help but gush.

“Oh my goodness! The [i]hats[/i]! And the owls! And and the broomsticks were great and it’s just, [i]wow[/i]. I saw someone transform someone else into a teapot! Then blokes in funny robes came by and dragged them off and wow, it was just [i]crazy![/i] Ollivander’s was brilliant, too. I guess it just, I don’t know, made everything seem [i]real[/i]. It’s amazing. I never would have imagined something so wonderful, you know? I’m just Sadie,” she softened there, shrugging her shoulders awkwardly. “One minute I’m gathering chicken eggs and cleaning up after cows, the next I’m buying a wand and going to learn [i]magic[/i]. It’s just… I guess I thought it was going to be a joke for a long time, like ‘fooled you, Sadie, we got you good’ but I’m on the train and it’s [i]happening[/i]. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and I'll be back on the farm.”