Liam was feeling a little pouty that he had to be eleven to get a wand. But that was only five more years. He didn't know if he could wait that long - he was six and five years was like a whole lifetime. He vowed that when he got his wand, he'd let Nigel play with it when he wanted to transfigger something.
But his thoughts were quickly distracted when he said that she and daddy wanted to talk to him and go to Honeydukes. The socks and snitches were forgotten and he leapt up excitedly. "Can I have some cockroach clusters?" He liked those. They were crunchy. He was already grinning and started to put his dirty socks back on so he could pull boots on and they could go. "An' I wanna see the look on Nigel's face if we give him an acid pop!"
"What are we talking about?" he asked, remembering now that they wanted to do that too. He was curious, because he didn't think he was in trouble, and if he was in trouble they wouldn't offer to let him go to Honeydukes.