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[October 13th] [ 30 7 06 ] Still in France. But not for long. I just sent an owl to McGonagall to make arrangements for returning to Hogwarts which all depends on if I can actually summon up some courage to face my father. Henry told me last night that once he graduates, he’s going to move here. He says he’ll live in a run-down one-bedroom apartment on the wrong side of the rue de Rennes before upgrading to the rue be Bac, with a balcony from which he can paint the sun setting over the suburbs in the summer and nothing but a cheap bed and an old stove in the corner for heat in the winter. He says this will be cheaper and it’ll allow him to spend all his hard-earned money (which he’ll earn by doing portraits of wealthy pale English tourists on their way to Cap d’Antibes and Algerian ex-pats dreaming of better days in Marseilles) on travelling and buying paintings, mediocre ones at first, then graduating to cold canvas abstractions. He has the strangest fascination with paintings. I often wonder what he would make of our paintings. I once explained to him that our paintings were able to move and communicate with us. He looked bewildered at first thinking I was pulling his leg but once he realised I was being serious, he looked rather disgusted. I still think he’s fooling himself with this seemingly meek vision for his grand future. I imagine there will be absolutely no one-bedroom apartment; instead, he’ll inherit his grandparents place here in the picturesque South West, surrounded by the Pyrenees and hidden ancient villages and live out his days painting the old Cathedral and the ancient ruins of forgotten castles, returning home at sunset, humming some French love song, the lovely Celeste waiting for him, whom he will have swept off her feet by then, and their blonde-haired and blue-eyed children running amok. I wish I could share his passion for this place and what it has to offer. 8 // comment

[October 9th] [ 27 7 06 ] [ mood | annoyed ] I can't believe I'm still in France. Dad reckons it's safer here. I don't see how. Paranoia turns him into some weird, frightening, control freak. I understand his reasons, but this is getting ridiculous now. He's brought me endless books to keep me going but that's hardly the same as being at Hogwarts and getting a proper education, but at least it helps with the endless hours of boredom. There are only so many things I can do here, and now that Henry's found some French girl to crush on, I'm hardly going to spend time watching him act like a love sick fool. I need to send off some owl post. I know Anthony's back at Hogwarts but I'm sort of worried about Terry. He hasn't replied to any of my letters. 9 // comment

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