Danaë Aesalon will hug you

I WOULD LIKE TO GO HOME NOW.

[Private to Self]
I do not understand this place at all! First there is all this arguing over who can marry who and that was all very silly because wizards should not be marrying Muggles anyway but then there were fires and now there are hostages and people are dying. And there are werewolves saving people instead of eating them and very strange music on the wireless and something called Agnes O'Hare Day which I am certain I have never read about in any of my books. I meant to ask Demetrius if it was some kind of holiday but then there was the fire at the paper and Demetrius was busy with work and I forgot. And now it seems so silly.

I did not think I could be any more confused but people write the strangest things in these little books. Everyone is so angry here. I tried to put it away but it did not help because everyone is still talking and then I did not understand what they were talking about and

I miss Aunt Anastasia. I even miss Uncle Iago. There are all of these people in this house and I think most of them will be my cousins when Demetrius marries and I wanted a big family gathering but not like this. I want everyone to be happy. I do not understand why they do not give the terrorists what they want. Maybe they still will? Maybe they will open the borders and I can leave this horrible horrible place and never come back.

[Private to Ferdinand Gibbon]
I am very sorry to hear about your sister. Would you like some dessert? I spent all day baking and the servants here have been giving me very strange looks but I needed a distraction there is a lot of food.

[Private to residents and visitors to Lestrange Manor (basically anyone she would have seen in the house in the last few days)]
There is baklava, loukoumathes, ravani, galatopita and kourabiethes in the kitchen. Please eat. I think I made too much.
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I think I saw a bit of sun today.

[Private to Demetrius (added)]
Demetrius? What is going on? Why is Aunt Anastasia writing in very dark letters?

[Private to Self, written in Greek]
This is such a strange little book. I have never thought to keep a diary before. I think I may have been the only girl in my dormitory who did not have one but I never knew what to write about. But I had friends to talk to at school. Not like here. And I think Chantal, Daphne and Diomedes may be growing tired of my letters. I know they do not have the time to write as I do, but I wish there was some news. I still cannot believe that Diomedes has found someone to court. And I am left hoping that I will be able to make it home for the wedding. Surely it will be at least a year and the borders will have opened by then. But I thought they would have opened by now too.

No, I am not supposed to be dwelling. Demetrius thinks this will be a good way for me to meet people here but all I can do is read their conversations and think of how much of an outsider I am. They have known each other for years and this is not Beauxbatons where we are put together on projects and in dormitories. I do not even know who it is acceptable to speak with. And what do I say? Hello, my name is Danaë Aesalon and I am stuck in your wretched country and would like to meet those of you who are socially acceptable? My cousin Demetrius says I must try to make friends or he won't take me shopping?

I want to go home.
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Hello.

Does anyone know a good tanning glamour?

[Private to Demetrius]
There. Now can we go shopping?

( with silver bells, and cockle shells, and pretty maids all in a row )