"I read all sorts of things," she replied with a laugh. "Morag lends me all sorts of stuff. I probably couldn't tell you everything I've read. Sometimes I'm in the mood for romance and then sometimes I like a little mystery or horror, though in that case, I think real life trumps anything I've read so far."
The row of cottages looked like a Christmas postcard. But it was one she knew she couldn't leave. It was like being on vacation with your family and getting annoyed with them, but you weren't old enough to go anywhere by yourself so you were stuck with them.
Just thinking about her mum and dad and even Gwen made her miss home even more. Since Christmas she hadn't heard from her family and she hated that the Ministry wouldn't let replies out. She just prayed they were all safe.
"I just hate the not knowing," she said. "But I'm still getting parcels when the Ministry lets them come through so I guess that's my way of knowing they're all right."