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A carnival? Really? Now he'd seen everything.
He'd heard of these things being quite the attraction for Muggles, but never thought he'd see something like this in the wizarding world. What brought it on, anyway? Who're these ... Worple and Warmsley blokes?
Still, it was rather amusing. And it would give Damien something else to do to while he waited for the start of the next term. He'd had his fill of his stay in Ireland, and wanted to be around his friends.
It was still funny to say that he had ... friends.
Not to mention hanging around Diagon Alley (and now this carnival) he'd be more likely to bump into most of them. Perhaps even make some new friends in the process.
There was no way
Isobel was tired. She didn't think it was possibly for her to be even remotely tired. She would probably be running on a high level of energy all day. It was a combination of her breakfast-cinnamon toast crunch- and the carnival, which was very exciting and made her hyper.
Isobel was walking around, looking at anything. Absentmindedly she reached up to touch the pirate dubloom around her neck. Cove had given it to her that summer, and Isobel had worn it ever since. She loved it; it was awesome.
In the midst of the crowd she saw a familiar face. She would not admit it to herself, or anybody, but she had kind of been looking for him since she got there. She had hoped he would come to the carnival, and here he was.
Isobel skipped over to him with a large smile on her face.
"Hi Damien," she said cheerfully.
"When did you get here? This is exciting isn't it? I love carnivals; I'm so excited. I pet a niffler." She was so excited that it came out in a string of words with barely a breath in between.