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A Beginning..
My first day of Hogwarts. It's a pity I didn't arrive the same time as the other Durmstrang transfers. I just picked up my schedule from Dumbledore, and it's about time for me to begin the search for the classroom. I should be receiving an owl from Rozen sometime tonight, she promised me one for my first day. She won't speak yet, she only writes me letters. Even when I was at home she would only write me letters.... I suppose losing all your friends in such an awful way is harder on someone younger. I'm just grateful that she still communicates with me. It's strange when my parents have to ask me how she is instead of directly asking her. I hope she is ok while I'm away. With Professional Quidditch on the wane I have no choice but to leave home to complete my schooling at a school that has yet to be destroyed. I'm glad that I am in the house that I visited during the tournament, at least I have some idea of who the other members are. It will be strange speaking English on a regular basis... It seems like such a primitive language compared to my home tongues. They are flowing, like poetry. ~ I best be off to find my way to my first class, Potions with Snape.
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