"What do you mean, we can't go to Diagon Alley?" Damien protested. "Mum, come on! We're all 15!"
"15, 16, 17, it doesn't matter," Mrs. Boyle said fiercely. "You're not leaving this house without me, or your father."
"Mum..."
"Don't," Mrs. Boyle said, waving a spatula. "We'll go to get your Hogwarts supplies for your fifth year. But you are not to leave this house."
Damien glared at his Mum and stalked away.
"What'd she say?" Aly asked, peering up at Damien, shading her eyes. Aly and her friends were sitting on the porch outside, enjoying the blue sky, even though it was scorching hot.
"No, of course. She's all paranoid now," Damien said, staring quietly, staring into the distance, "Ever since You-Know-Who's returned."