She never thought she’d love anywhere as much as she did her little slice of home back in Scotland but little Ingrid Luck absolutely loved Hogwarts. Maybe not as much as her small room that she shared with her sisters or the magical creatures that she helped look after but there was just something so…exciting about Hogwarts. It defied all logic and yet, here she was, sitting outside Florean Fortescue’s, slowly making her way through a particularly delicious strawberry sundae as her mind wandered back to the castle and the large grounds that surrounded it.
As her spoon plunged into the delicious, pale red ice cream with small chunks of shortcake, her eyes were on the passers-by, some of which she actually recognised from school and all of which she watched carefully, her warm, brown eyes drinking in the detail of each person. Was her summer boring in comparison to her one measly year at Hogwarts? You could say that. Either way, it was clear that this twelve-year-old was ready to throw away the shackles of summer and start her second year. |