Top Secret
by Shealtiel
Rated: T for sexual references, adult themes, violence and mild coarse language
Summary: "Oak, fourteen inches, unpliant and resilient, excellent for Transfiguration with a knack for Charms. Veela hair core."
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Thursday, July 10th, 1975
9:33am
Front Porch, Montredon Cottage #8, Marseille
C'est une belle matinée! Aujourd'hui est un bon jour! Je vais faire un tour de moto pittoresque avec un garcon trés mignon francais.
I had the best time last night! We danced on the beach and swam and then sat around a giant fire and talked for hours. "Cute French boy" is actually named Sebastien and is really sweet. He is seventeen, has a motorbike and wants to take me on a tour around Marseille and show me all "ze sights". How cute!
Anyway, Mum and Dad never would have let me go, except that Sebastien is friends with my cousin Michel, and he convinced my parents that it's all perfectly safe and that Sebastien's a good guy etc. He may have also lied a little bit and told my parents that he and his girlfriend are coming with us. They're really just coming into the city with us and then ditching us and we're going off to see the city and the outskirts and all the different beaches and cliffs and stuff. (Excitement! Ahhh!) Then we're meeting them for dinner and driving back here together. Mum and Dad will never know!
...hopefully.
Now, to find the perfect summer outfit. That I can also ride a motorbike in.
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3:04pm
Some cliff near Marseille
Oh my god, Sebastien is so sweet! He's like my own personal Marseille Tour Guide! So we left the house at about 10 this morning, and left Michel and his girlfriend Clemence in the city at about 20 past. So then he took me around the city for a bit and showed me all his favourite places. We had brunch at this adorable little Crêperie in a hidden street, and he even paid! It was just really great. And so French.
So then we rode out along the coastline and he told me about all the different beaches and caves and stuff like that on the way. And now we're sitting on this cliff, and the sea's below us and he brought food for a picnic and everything!
Oh my god, he's the sweetest! He just said, "You are beautiful with your hair blowing in the wind. And when you write in that book, your eyes... how do you say... there are lights."
Seriously, he can't even speak English properly and he's more charming than any boy I've ever met! I can't even imagine what the girls would do if he came to Hogwarts; they go crazy enough about Potter and Black, who are not even remotely attractive.
Aww, he just said, "In Marseille, we French say, 'Vos yeux ont vu des étoiles,' which means–"
I cut him off because I know what it means. "Your eyes have the light of the stars," I said. He just smiled (kind of a stunner of a smile, to be honest) and I can't help but smile back. I also think I might be kind of red.
Yep. He just said, "Your, eh, rougeur... uh, blush is trés mignon... very cute." Which, I'm pretty sure, has just made me go redder. Good thing he likes it I guess.
Anyway, more later. Right now I am having a late and very lovely lunch with mon garcon trés mignon Francais.
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9:43pm
Front Porch, Montredon Cottage #8, Marseille
Best. Day. Ever. I think I'm in love.
With Marseille that is. As for Sebastien, he's promised to take me out again tomorrow to his favourite beach. He said it's kind of secret and much less crowded, so that should be nice. Every beach we've been to so far has been absolutely packed. So swimming in relative privacy will be nice for once.
Anyway, I'm gonna say goodnight to Sebastien and go to bed. We have to leave pretty early in the morning because the beach is a couple hours away. Apparently we're stopping somewhere special for breakfast though, so that should be nice.
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