"A bit of a Gryffindor then." Thomas looked back over to see the girl bowing to applause. He joined in for a little bit. He wondered if she actually went to Hogwarts. Probably if she grew up in England. Most people who lived here did, except for those who choose to go to Beuxbatons or Durmstrang instead of course.
He eyed the clowns in their little coloured car come into the centre of the tent making a great deal of sound. From the corner of his eye he saw Ky's smile fade. He knew why. While he didn't mind Clowns, his little sister was terrified of them. When she was little, there was a boggart in her cupboard, it took the shape of a clown and when Thomas had come into the room and banished it, he received a warning letter from the Ministry for under-age magic. What form his boggart took was irrelevant.
"Yeah. The oldest is me." He nodded.
He had taken his eyes off Ky so when she gushed about her kitten, it startled him and he barely controlled the urge to jump. "We have two cats. Tibby and Amata. Amata is my sister's." |