"Mum, I am not getting on that train!" he pleaded, his eyes, despite his efforts, filling up with tears. "I don't belong there! Please! Please, don't make this hurt any-any," he choked on the word, "any-more than it does!" He looked from the tall, slender, long-faced witch to the slightly shorter witch beside her. She shorter one had a shorter face, too, it was round and gentle. She had slight lips and large, gray-blue eyes. Her hair was a dark sort of brown-gray color, it lay straight and shimmering although he knew it to be naturally curly. This time, he directed his words to the shorter witch. "Please, Niobe, tell mother I can't go! Tell her they don't let Squibs in!"
The witch looked up at her mother, "They don't let Squibs in, mum," she told her simply, a look of disgust on her face. For a moment, the hot tears ran down his cheeks because he thought that her disgust was meant for him. "I can't believe you," she said, "Can't you just accept it? He isn't magical. Just let him go to a muggle school! That's what Jenna Exorca's mother did. You're really, truly ridiculous. Buying him all of those school books. Telling him about the houses." She shook her head, apparently deciding something. The girl's lips grew thinner, and she took her brother's hand.
"Niobe?" he choked, not sure what she was going to do with him. Mrs. Noris hissed, her yellow eyes still on the tallest witch.
"Come with me, I'm taking you to muggle London. We're buying you some books that you'll actually be using at your school," she said, her voice firm and distant. She began walking, dragging her cart behind her as Argus struggled to do the same with his own. He tried to look back, as he ran to keep up with his sister's brisk pace, but tears clouded his eyes, and it was no use. Mrs. Noris made a sort of purring moan, and his flow of tears lightened a little.
"In muggle schools, you study mathematics. Dealing with numbers, and how they act around one another. Science, too, which is sort of like Herbology and Potions. You'll also learn about muggle politics, and the muggle world."
"Do muggles have a Minister of Magic, too? A d-d-different one, I mean?"
"Yes, Gus, they call their's a Prime Minister," her voice seemed to stop short, and she coughed to cover it up, but he noticed anyways.
"Because they don't have magic."
"Yes, basically. It's nothing to be ashamed of," she said quickly, "There are millions of amazing people who're amazing without magic. You'll just—just end up being one of those."