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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Tuesday, July 29th, 1975

8:32pm

Montredon

We're leaving in a week. Sebastien's got me all depressed about it now because he's lamenting the fact that I can't stay longer.

And to be honest, so am I a little bit. I felt like I was just starting to uncover Marseille, and Sebastien! And now I have to leave soon!

Sebastien said, "You will write, yes?" What do I say? I mean, of course I would write, but I'd have to send the letter by owl, and that would be… weird. I'm pretty certain Muggles would consider that to be pretty weird. Maybe I can just tell him we're not allowed to send letters. He knows I go to a boarding school in Scotland. But then, that would still be lying because I can write letters. Maybe… maybe I should just tell him the truth.

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11:46pm

My Bedroom, Mondredon Cottage #8, Marseille

So guess what? Sebastien already knew I was a Witch! Because Michel, of all people, told him! He thought I knew that he knew!

Even weirder: Sebastien's a Wizard. He's just going into his Seventh Year at Beauxbatons! Of all the French boys I could have met, I just happened to meet another Wizard. How weird!

Michel thinks this is all hilarious, because he also thought I knew that Sebastien was a Wizard. Apparently that's how Michel and Clemence (who I did know was a Witch at least… I'm not that out of the loop) met. She was a few years above Sebastien at Beauxbatons.

We live in a crazy world.

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