"But how do we get to this Platform Nine and Three-Quarters,
anyway?" asked Morrigan.  "I don't see a sign."

    "May I help you with that?"  The speaker was a tall redheaded man
pushing a very overloaded baggage cart.  Beside him were four
red-headed children descending in size from nearly as tall as the man
to just shorter than Duncan.  "I'm Ron Weasley."

And the potato farmer turns out to be just as fertile as his own parents.
Big surprise there.

    "You...saw that?  Yes, but I think I'm getting the hang of it
now.  Maybe I can even make the Quidditch team someday.  Oh, I'm
Kirsten Kinnock, and this is my cat Jinx."  The girl indicated a
black cat that was emerging from behind her.

*groan* Still, I half expected this.

    Polishing off the candy, the children started talking about
Quidditch.  Apparently it was a sport played on broomsticks, with
multiple balls, some of which attacked the players.  It sounded
horribly confusing to Duncan, but then he couldn't figure out cricket
either, and he'd *played* that.

"NOBODY understands cricket!"

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