"I don't know," Charlie mumbled under her breath, looking away from the girl. "Home, maybe?" And by home she totally meant Poland: there was no way that she was going back to her father and his lovey-dovey girlfriend and their perfect life in Leicestershire any time soon. She'd rather...

Well, she'd rather stay here.

Even though she WASN'T homesick. Nu uh. Lies.

The fact that the girl had asked about Hogsmead was taken by Charlie as a sign that she was interested in going there, which made Charlie feel more positive, and like the girl was not hating her anymore. Maybe even warming to her? That would make her feel better, in all honesty. "Do you know what there is in Hogsmead?" Apart from the sweetshop her father had warned her to not spend too much money at.