June 6, 1967
Tom and I have been meeting every day in the meadow. The pond is as clear as glass, and the flowers are so beautiful. As I leave, he kisses me,them disappears back from where he comes from.
I have also been staying around the estate, playing with Cissy and Dromada. Regulas and Sirius have also been here often, and we all go out and have picnics in the front yard. I hope my joy never ends here.
June 7th, 1967
The rain poured down today, so I have been staying inside. Rodolphus arrived earlier today. He and my father chatted, then he and I spoke.
Tom came to my window last night. After waking me from my sleep, he lead my down toward the meadow, and has been teaching me spells. Ones they don't yeah at Hogwarts. In a month, I will be back there, playing the lovely, mean girl who always gets what she wants, and will do anything to do it
I have wondered at night, if Tom loves the girl at school, or the girl here. Even though she is the same, I always seem to think that once I go back, he won't trust me as he does.
June 10th, 1967
The rain stopped, and has begun again. I am stick inside again, waiting for the meadow pond, crisp grass, and beautiful flowers. It is as if that perfect little spot was set there just for us.
Mother and Father have invited some of their friends over to visit. They attended my wedding, so Rodolphus is attending as well. On the outside, my marriage is perfect. In reality, it is shattered, as if the ring I wear is just for show, as I sneak out at late hours of the night, and spend my time in the meadow. The girl here is happier than the one others see. The girl here can love who she wants too, and be loved in return.
Tom says I have been getting better at the spells he has taught me. They get better with time,and practice of course. He says I am better than any other person he has tried to teach, and that I am the only student who didn't give up. It makes me proud to know he feels so highly of me. But I fear once we return to Hogwarts, I will be a memory, an will fade away, forever to Tom.
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