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Hullo, you.

Well, I say, that turned out to be a little easier than I thought it would be. He was prepared to make a strong argument, I think, but it turned out my first line of defence was the only one I needed.

L'amour, c'est tout, I said.

It was well difficult not to laugh at the way his face changed. Une fille anglaise? he asked. Luckily he didn't ask who or it might get back to your family, what? I just nodded and shrugged.

It's well amazing what a Frenchman can make of a shrug.

He did say something about how affection can change quickly at our age and then I'd be here for no reason but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. I listened and nodded and shrugged again. Then I asked, very quietly and respectfully, whether he wouldn't rather stay here if Madame Froissart decided she didn't want to go back to France.

Enfin! Je ne sais rien, entendez?, he said. Then he said, Allez, sortez! and waved me out. Somewhat impatiently, I should think. I say, I hope I didn't hit a little too close to home, what?

But it doesn't matter. He certainly won't object to my going back with him if things don't work out but I think that's the last he'll try to convince me not to stay.

I just wish I'd hear back from Mr Rosier's office.

-Justin

Hullo, all.

I say, the news this morning has been well dire, hasn't it? Well, as Pansy said, everyone's been trying to gather up as much information about it all as possible.

And Neville, I hope you'll accept my sympathies, as well. I didn't know any of you last year, of course, but I can bally well understand how you all must feel today.

But listen, I've got to tell you all - after the YPL presentation yesterday, I don't think any of you noticed but Mr Helpmann spoke to me. He'd been the one organising my visit back at the Quidditch World Cup. At first I thought he simply wanted to say hello, what, but it became clear that Mr Rosier's been talking to him about my letter. He was clearly trying to get me to say something then and there. Which I say, I thought that was bally well cheeky, what, given all the DogStar business Friday!

Well, of course I put him off as politely as I could do, but it just happened at that moment that Professor Froissart saw us talking. He asked to speak to me and led me away from all the others.

Once we were alone, he demanded to know whether I'd been talking to the Ministry on my own. I said that they approached me, which was the complete truth, what, and then he got very upset. Luckily he was speaking French so I don't think many people would have understood him but--he said I couldn't possibly think of staying, that the patriotic thing to do would be to return to France and explain how badly we need to change things there, instead.

I told him I hadn't made a decision and that if anything, this weekend's news was something to consider seriously. He reminded me that we're leaving in three weeks but he asked me to come and see him on Monday so he could explain why I need to go back with him.

I rather got the impression he thought he'd be blamed for it, if I stay.

But I hadn't even thought that we really shall be leaving in three weeks, if I leave. If Mr Rosier's going to respond and everything's to work out, he'll have to move quickly, what?

I say, I really do mean that this weekend's events give one pause. I'm well certain these DogStar chaps aren't our wand smugglers but...do any of you suppose the smugglers will rethink what they're doing because of the DogStar being routed?

-Justin

Hullo, Dux,

I say, any, er, repercussions so far? If not, I'd say you'd well got the hang of that bracelet, what?

March, isn't it. One month closer. I asked Professor Froissart about whether the trips were optional, you know, over the hols, but he said no. I said not even to spend time with Malfoy or any of the others from when I came for the Cup, what? and he said, no, that the Ministry mean to give us all a smashing good overview of the Protectorate and that he'd be looking to me, especially, to help the others with their English and everything. Which is bally well unnecessary, isn't it, as they've already been here for well four months and most of them speak and understand perfectly (oh, and yes, by the way, if Margaux or Desirée or any of the others pretend they can't understand you, they're just being rude, what!)--so I rather think it has more to do with making sure we specifically don't get to explore anything on our own.

But that means two weeks without seeing each other, what? I don't want to think about it. Unless you suppose you might convince--well, not your mother or father, I expect, but perhaps your aunt and uncle?--to join up with our group on one of our outings? I mean to say, you seem to be able to convince your aunt to indulge you fairly often, what?

If I were to get you our itinerary, perhaps--or maybe you could get it from your aunt through Mrs Froissart? I'm not sure if that's overly complicated, if you follow me, but I'm not bally well sure they'll give us any sort of warning before they take us places.

One thing I do know and that's that Krum has asked to see a camp, so I think they'll probably take us to one. I don't think you'd better come and see, what? But there are bound to be places in New London and round about the countryside and perhaps your aunt would think that educational for you, as well?

Well, it's a thought. I know we wouldn't be able to spend time alone, what, but at least we'd see each other, what?

-Justin

Hullo, Dux,

How is that project going, then? Have you managed to figure anything out yet?

I say, if not, perhaps Sally-Anne might help without asking too many questions. From what I understand, she's well talented in Runes.

It might...speed things along. Not that I'm complaining but we must have been the only couple in Hogwarts who couldn't even snog on Valentine's Day, what?

Though it's been well grand waking up each morning to the photo. I've set it right next to my alarm, what? So it's almost the first thing I see every day and the last thing I look at when I put out the light. You do look well fetching in it and it's not just the robes. I say, I think we look a well handsome couple in point of fact. I'm glad you thought to ask whether there were photos of us both that simply weren't run in the papers. (Not that I mind being left out of the papers, what? I feel sure that would make our present situation much worse!)

Well. If you see me tomorrow and I've got red glitter all over my hair and robes blame Martin Pascal; he's been almost forcing those sweets of the Weasley twins' upon everyone. Can't think why he finds them dead hilarious, what? It's a good job Professor Froissart's down in London or he'd have us all doing detentions with your Mr Milland to clean up all the confetti!

Perhaps we could revise together tomorrow?

-Justin

I hope everyone's year is off to a good start, so far.

Our lessons are certainly keeping us busy. Everyone here is trying to guess who'll be able to come to England for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. They've told us that we have to sit some exams next week and inspectors from the French Ministry are coming to observe some of our lessons. Then we'll be told who's been selected. They're taking it all jolly seriously, I must say.

But I say, we did find out that P Froissart is going to be the chaperon for the journey. Draco, I daresay you already knew that, what? Of course it makes perfect sense, doesn't it, that he'd be the one to go. Of course, I hope I'm selected now, in particular, because he's one of our best professors (not that any of our professors are especially bad!). But he's also one of the kindest--I mean, about my being English, that is. We're to have another Professor filling in for his subject, naturally, but it shan't be the same, whomever it is.

Here as there, we're fairly certain that few of us in the middle years have much chance at being named Champion. That's why P Froissart told us it's more about the interactions among the three schools than the competition itself. I jolly well hope he means it! Otherwise it might be a very boring year, once everyone goes.

Oh, and I saw that you're holding a French club of sorts, if I've got that right. Good show! Draco's right; it does rather make a difference. But I also wanted to offer, that if anyone would like to ask questions about Beauxbatons, I'd be happy to answer them before the group arrives.

~~Bonsoir! Je m'appelle Justin. J'ai quatorze ans et j'habite en~~

Oh, I say, sorry about that! I forgot that the quill I've brought with me was charmed to write in French. Let's try that again, what?

Hello! My name is Justin. I'm fourteen and I live in France, but really I'm English. It's sort of a long story. I'm a student at Beauxbatons but I've been given this book so I can write about what I'm seeing here. I'm very grateful to be given the opportunity to come see the World Cup in my native home and to see what sort of place the Lord Protector has created for wizards and witches to live in.

I just arrived today, but already everyone I've met is quite pleasant, really. I'd like to thank Draco Malfoy especially for making me feel so welcome. And Professeur and Madame Froissart, of course, for agreeing to chaperon me. And all the Malfoys, truly; they've been such gracious hosts. I hope I meet many more wonderful wizarding folk while I'm visiting.

I say, I hope I'm doing this right. I'm not quite sure how to end it, so: I look forward to the rest of my time in the Protectorate. Thank you.

Yours sincerely,

Justin Finch-Fletchley

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Justin Finch-Fletchley

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