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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Friday, August 1st, 1975
12:09pm
Front Porch, Montredon Cottage #8, Marseille
So… um, I think I have a sort of boyfriend. My first one.
Okay, so we were sitting on the porch, playing Chess, and out of the blue, Sebastien says to me, "I want to ask you, is there a boy you are with?" (His bad English is so cute! It gets even worse when he's nervous, so I knew he was.)
So I just blushed and said, "Well, no."
"Before next summer, will you be with me?" he asked.
I blushed even deeper and said, "Well, we won't see each other. We'll only be able to write letters."
And then, adorably, he said, "Yes, but I will always be thinking of you while you are not here. I want you to think of me also."
So I just kind of nodded and now we're finishing our Chess game. And neither of us can stop smiling.
Wow, he is really good at Chess. Or maybe I'm just exceptionally bad.
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9:57pm
My Bedroom, Montredon Cottage #8, Marseille
We went for a (long) walk on the beach and he held my hand! Why do I feel all silly and gushy? I'm not used to feeling like this about boys! And what am I going to tell Lily?! Arrgghhh! This is all so crazy!
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