May 18, 2006 02:39
It amazes me that the Daily Prophet can be paid to print this rubbish. It's motivated purely by political considerations, and while I am no friend of Ned Kyteler's, there are things about his personal affairs I do not care to know. No-one is as morally upright as he would like to think, and there is no telling where this will end.
There is far too much at stake here for this to go on unchecked. Though it were better I had been more discreet in my youth, it is too late to change things now. I can only hope that age has given me the appearance of greater probity and that my allies will remember my youthful indiscretions in charity-if they remember them at all. I should like to know how many of them could have rejected an offer from someone as beautiful as Aleister was in his youth, but even then the boy had unusual tastes.
Barely a week before school is due to commence. It is a wonder how the summer seems to slip away. Mr Frankel seems to be happy enough in van Rensselaer’s care, and I was told when last I inquired that Miss Mahoney is mending well enough. I forbore to ask as to Mr Crabtree, that being a somewhat tender subject to all concerned.
I think perhaps I ought to remind Armando of those duties that I cannot fulfill for him before the students come.