That was one thing I was proud of. I’d made a few friends in town when my mom took me to the out with her to run errands and to the park. There were a few muggle kids that I played with and a wizard family that my mom met when we first moved here. Their son was around my age and we liked to play around with my broom. Because I hung out with so many American kids though, I had started to talk more like them. I didn’t even realize it until my mom said something one day in a joke. She said she hadn’t seen me so happy with other kids like that since Ella. It made her happy.