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Dear Ones,
I do so hope you get this.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. He's been taking away my freedoms a little bit at a time every year. I've been told that I am not to leave the house. Father is appointing tutors to finish my schooling, and then I'll be sent to France immediately afterwards.
I don't want to go. I'm not...I don't want to do this. I can't do this. This isn't...I won't.
He's taken away Huginn, so I've taken the liberty of borrowing his most prized owl, Litsa. She looks rather haughty, doesn't she? She bites, too, the bitch.
I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm going to do something. I think Mother is sympathetic. Perhaps I'll get a flat over a shop in Diagon Alley, just until I think I can return to school. I want to come back so much. I miss you both so.
All my love,
Pansy