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Dear heart,
First day back from Hogwarts has been peaceful. I sometimes missed Spinner's End, its stillness, in the bustle of school life. I also missed dad's casserole. My favourite food is lamb casserole and father cooks it just right; a little known talent of his.
Right now we're sitting in the living room, with a cozy fire (it can get unseasonably cold here in the summer, although I do enjoy the cold).
Father is reading one of his potion books (we have dozens, I've read almost half of them). I like spending time with my dad, he's all I have. Sometimes we play chess, (I usually beat him (smile)) make potions together or he gives me private tutoring. I'm well above 2nd year work as it is, and I've just started Occlumency lessons, another reason for this diary. Father says, to be a good occlumens, you must have complete control of your thoughts and emotions. I can only hope to be as good as him.
I'm mostly interested in potions though. One day, when I'm old enough, I'll take over from my father as Potion's Master at Hogwarts. I want to be the best potioneer there is. I've read rumours (none that I've voiced to my father mind you) about a potion that forces a person to relive their worst memory. Its supposed to be one of the hardest potions to brew. I want to be able to brew it one day; for academic purposes only of course, I could never imagine actually using it on anyone, regardless of my being a Slytherin. I always wondered why the hat put me in Slytherin. Its a haven for dark wizards. The thing that puzzled me the most was when it said that I would "do just about anything for my deepest desire". Professor Dumbledore thinks its my ambition that put me into Slytherin.
I always thought Dumbledore was strange. He has a weird vibe, as if he's constantly surrounded in a haze of secrecy and wit. Odd combination. I just don't know if I can trust him. Father swore I could when I told him this, second week at school. I suppose, he is the Headmaster after-all. One has to assume that all genius is surrounded by some sort of secrecy.
Oh well, I wonder if father will play chess with me. Write soon.
Evie...
