It's a small Wales after all Who: Megan Jones and Romilda Vane Where: North Wales! Why: Because city girl meets country chick is a match made in Heaven. (Or not.)
There's something amazing about the Welsh countryside. After all the worrying things that happened at Hogwarts, after that really worrying notice from the Ministry, after Susan being a total cow, all it takes is a walk around the valleys, and everything seems so much better. It's so calming, and tranquil. I love home!
I don't fancy going over to Anglesey today, so I decline the Side-Along Apparation Mum offers me. She'll just expect me to watch her practise. Sorry, but bo-o-o-ring. I have six weeks off to have fun, not watch crazy witches hare about on sticks. Last summer, I went shopping with Lil and Han and Suse, and we had sleepovers and so much fun. I don't like being pessimistic, but somehow I don't think that's going to happen this summer.
Dad read the note from the Ministry, and he was a bit worried, but he's out at work today. And Nan's down the bingo hall -- it's the Over Fifties competition today, so I can't have a go -- which leaves me home alone. Home's pretty boring, though, so I've wandered out down the lanes, just thinking. In fact, I've been wandering so long, I've completely left Rhiwlas behind. I only just realise that I've been walking up a grassy hill. I shade my eyes against the sunlight, and look down where I've just come, and see the tiny toy houses below. It's so pretty!
For the next half hour, I happily traipse up the hill, humming under my breath. I reach the top ridge, and stand on a protruding rock to look around me. The view is fantastic! Behind me, I can see my village, with its even tinier houses. And is that the bingo hall? In front of me, I can see the neighbouring villages, and the empty lanes that connect them. And further ahead of me are the amazing mountains that make Wales so beautiful. All thoughts of You-Know-Who, of silly friends, of Mum, of anything all fly out of my head. I spread my arms and do a cartwheel, before sitting down on the dry grass with a flomp. Who doesn't love the countryside?