"There's gonna be games,"
It was cold, but Sian Turner was dressed
comfortably. The tights on her legs, paired with the wool socks that came up to her knees, provided a warm, comfortable sort of feeling for the girl. "I heard there's also rides and a petting zoo, too," She told Anwen, who was accompanying the Gryffindor while she made her way to Hogsmeade. "Whatever there is, it'll probably be super fun. I went to this one caravan type thing when I was younger, and it was super fun, my dad took me and it was like, the only thing he'd ever done with me, but whatever." It wasn't hard to admit that James Turner wasn't the best father.
"Do you think they'll have skeeball? I love skeeball," Sian shoved her hands in her pockets as she continued walking towards the village. "I mean, it's a muggle game, you have to like, roll these balls into a uh," Sian used her hands to try and illustrate what she was talking about. "These holes and you get points and win." She explained. "I want elephant ears too," She continued on. "And strawberry shortcake, and popcorn, too."
As the two girls finally arrived at the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Sian slowed her walk. "Isn't it weird how like, muggles and wizards don't really have anything in common, at all, but like, we both have caravans and stuff? Like, we have fairs over in the muggle world, and you guys have fairs too - it's so weird, but it's honestly the coolest thing ever." It'd been six years since Sian figured out magic was real, but the fact that it was
real never ceased to amaze the girl. It made life so much easier, honestly, and she really didn't understand why it wasn't shared with the muggle world. The more she thought about it, however, the more it made sense - muggles couldn't even really handle wage gaps without being crazy, let alone crazy cool magical abilities.
"Anyways," Sian smiled as she spotted the festivities set up around the village. "What do you want to do first?"