"No good," Oliver interrupted. "It's not til' next summer. The thought had crossed my mind. I figured so many people would be travelling tha' it'd be easy tae get her away unnoticed." Oliver sighed. Of course it had crossed his mind. He'd had the World Cup schedule memorised since he was ten. "No, it'd have tae be soon, and probably at night. M'step mum isnae gointae like it, but if tha' law comes to pass, France will send Emilie home and I'm no seein' my ten year old sister branded by some damn Auror." Oliver's tone was low and controlled, but anyone who knew Oliver would recognise the well masked anger in him. Oliver forced himself to take a calming breath and glanced back to George.
"Sorry, Georgie. I jus' feel damn near close tae worthless in this situation."