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I never wrote in here last term but Mr Rosier thinks I should write a little so I will. He says its alright if I say I miss my mum, because she's a good, loyal subject. Only Ireland isn't safe right now. And that's why the Ministry says I need a foster home while I'm at Hogwarts.
I didn't know what to expect when I got off the train at King's Cross. I knew Mr Rosier is very important and he's Malfoy's Draco's great-uncle but that's all I knew about him. I didn't know how I'd recognise him. But it was okay, he knew what I looked like and found me on the platform.
He's old and he lives alone. Except for the house-elves. His wife died years ago and his son was killed by enemies of the Lord Protector.
He said he's wanted to have a son again for a long time, only he's been waiting for the right boy. He showed me my room. Its not his real sons old room because that's kept the way he left it. This room is big and overlooks the garden and he had the elves decorate it all in Gryffindor colours and put up pictures of Ireland to make me feel at home. We were hardly there an hour before we had to get ready for the party at Malfoy's Draco's Mr and Mrs Malfoy's house.
There were other Hogwarts students at the party. But I felt like I should stay with Mr Rosier. So mostly that's what I did. The decorations were wizard. There were fairy lights and a big gingerbread house and all the food was nice except the caviar. I didn't much like the caviar. Mr Rosier said its an aquired taste.
After dinner Mr Rosier went to the library where all the grownup men were. Mr Rosier chose a book for me to read. I was afraid it would be deadly dull but it was a book about Quidditch. So that wasn't so bad.
We're home now and Mr Rosier said I should write in my diary a little and then go to bed. So now that I've written a little I'm going to bed.
Its very quiet in here. No Ron snoring.
I didn't know what to expect when I got off the train at King's Cross. I knew Mr Rosier is very important and he's Malfoy's Draco's great-uncle but that's all I knew about him. I didn't know how I'd recognise him. But it was okay, he knew what I looked like and found me on the platform.
He's old and he lives alone. Except for the house-elves. His wife died years ago and his son was killed by enemies of the Lord Protector.
He said he's wanted to have a son again for a long time, only he's been waiting for the right boy. He showed me my room. Its not his real sons old room because that's kept the way he left it. This room is big and overlooks the garden and he had the elves decorate it all in Gryffindor colours and put up pictures of Ireland to make me feel at home. We were hardly there an hour before we had to get ready for the party at Malfoy's Draco's Mr and Mrs Malfoy's house.
There were other Hogwarts students at the party. But I felt like I should stay with Mr Rosier. So mostly that's what I did. The decorations were wizard. There were fairy lights and a big gingerbread house and all the food was nice except the caviar. I didn't much like the caviar. Mr Rosier said its an aquired taste.
After dinner Mr Rosier went to the library where all the grownup men were. Mr Rosier chose a book for me to read. I was afraid it would be deadly dull but it was a book about Quidditch. So that wasn't so bad.
We're home now and Mr Rosier said I should write in my diary a little and then go to bed. So now that I've written a little I'm going to bed.
Its very quiet in here. No Ron snoring.