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Well, well, well. Michel has a girlfriend. And she's the platonic ideal of a shiksa. Or should I say the mathematical ideal of one? She's after all a Leffoy. They don't come any blonder! Ordinarily I would find this annoying, because the shiksas have enough boys of their own--but this is Michel. Now Vince has been assuring us for years that yes, Michel actually does know that people come in two flavours, and that he's even had girlfriends before, but seriously, who would go with Michel? Yes, he's cute--but he's really a bit of an idiot savant. I mean, his father has been telling us stories for years about the things he did to the plumbing in their old house in Armorica. Now we know what kind of girl would actually consider him as a romantic possibility, and I can't stop laughing, honestly, because she's brilliant. I don't believe for a minute that she and Michel have been doing it since she was some ridiculous age, because that's disgusting, and nobody thinks Colette Saint-Germain never lies! But I also don't believe that they aren't going to be all over each other in private later tonight, because I know what I'd do if I hadn't seen Alden for nearly two years and I'd thought he was dead until yesterday! They're adorable.

My mother is going to be horrified, but Dani thinks she'll convert; according to him she's pretty much decided she's one of us. Which means that we probably can, as long as he doesn't start in with telling her all of the rules first. So, anyhow, I like her, even if she is in Avalon. Alden is making a lot of silly noises about how this is all his fault. Or he was, until I pointed out that this is really going to all be Vince's fault, because it's Vince that all the parents hold responsible for Michel. It will be Vince's fault, because Vince has shiksas all the time, only he doesn't bring them home. Well, except for the one he apparently LIVED WITH. I'd like to meet that girl, too.

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Up before dawn, because at dawn there will be DRILLS, and those were all right until Katya got started. Not that I mind her, but there are so many slugabeds here, and although I like Annie, it just goes to prove how all WET she is. She can’t control the firsties at all. I know because I was doing it during the drill last night, after Dashwood, of all people, and I finally got everyone convinced to go out through the kitchens. I think they’re all afraid the servitors will do something horrible to them if we go in there. Or perhaps that there are giant ovens big enough for firsties, and that someone’s read Hansel and Gretel. But surely no-one would ever put people in ovens, not really.

Alden was in such an awful mood last night--I think he was getting a migraine. Dashwood gave him something for that but of course he didn’t dare take it till after the fuss was all over. Dani caught up with me after the drill and said that the new girl, the one they tell all of those stories about, is one of ours, but doesn’t know it yet. I don’t have the first idea what he means by that, though, because she’s a Leffoy--she can’t be like one of the Vieiras or the Hawkwoods. I am going to have to get Zip and Tirtzah and Delia in a pow-wow at breakfast somehow, because they have to have talked to her by now. Also, apparently Alden’s cousin Michel is going to be HERE, sometime today, and he’s taking over the seminar that Alden’s in, and Alden does not know this yet, but I am DEFINITELY going WITH him if that’s true.

At least it was Elie’s third drill and he’s finally stopped panicking some. Zip has been good for him, she even came to duelling and gave up her Wednesday night Gossip With Tirtzah Only We Don’t Call It That Because Dani’s There and We’re Just So CONCERNED session. If she hurts him, though, I will hurt her worse.

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I am going to kill Dinah and Helena, and then I am going to kill Jennifer Wyngarde and Colette Saint-Germain. I have to get to the bottom of this.

I really don't care what that new girl in Slytherin did or didn't do, although what kind of idiot would suspect her of having voluntarily been the mistress of a Grindelwald if she's HERE?

But they're saying she was sleeping with Alden's cousin Michel when she was a little girl. They don't know that it's Alden's cousin Michel they're talking about. But that has to be the person they mean because there can't be two people named Michel Rosenthal who used to teach at Beauxbatons who are that obsessed with arithmancy.

I have explained to Dinah and Helena that I will rip their tongues out if they say a word about this to either of their mothers and then I will turn their bleeding bodies over to Alden and when he's done I'll let Dani give them the lashon hara lecture.

This is the craziest thing that I have ever heard.

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Well. Potter woke us all up bright and early this morning for exercises on the parade grounds. Bettony used to take a stab at having us do that every now and again but Dumbledore didn't want to do it; I suppose he didn't like it very much when he was a student, but I do. Lovegood's kind of pathetic, though, she can't run for beans. Popescu can run rings around most of us, but I'm going to beat her yet, because I have to be ready for Palestine. Also, someone needed to run the piss out of Kerensky, who is all bent out of shape that Zip Kaplan dumped him, because he for some reason believed she would want to marry him. Who would want a shidduch with Kerensky? He's a bloody wanker. Still, I have to have a word with Zip. If she breaks Elie's heart, I'll have to pulverise her thoroughly.

Potter is acting head of house and I like that, although I'm livid that Wood got Quidditch cancelled, and it's a good thing he's locked up in the infirmary because I'd pop him one myself if I could.

Uncle Ilan brought a Sefardi girl to my mother's house for the holidays and she's so gorgeous she makes me feel like a mouse. He showed her off to all of Daddy's chavrusot and my mother doesn't like her much but that's a good sign, really.

I miss being at the Goldsteins'. Next time is Yom Kippur and even I won't mess around with Yom Kippur. Still, for after Yom Kippur...I need to ask Zip how she makes her moon tea, because it obviously works.

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Well, Daniel wouldn't think I should be writing in my diary on Shabbos but Daniel doesn't get a say in everything I do. I don't think I mind being betrothed. It was different covering my hair to light candles, but I didn't mind it because Alden was there and afterward we went for a walk until he went to Apparation. I hope he gets his licence soon so we can spend more time together on Friday nights.

Daniel doesn't know I'm writing in my diary. He also doesn't know that I let Alden kiss me two more times, and this time we weren't interrupted by Aurors.

Alden has his own room in the dormitory, but he has to go to Apparation directly after Shabbos supper, so I still haven't seen the inside of it. I do rather want to. If I'm betrothed and they're going to make me cover my hair and act like I'm already married, I ought to get some of the benefits, oughtn't I? I can't remember what the obligation is for scholars, but I know I like kissing him awfully well. So, maybe I don't mind sitting in on fourth-year Astronomy with Frankel, who is a nice kid even if he does startle when you take a sharp breath.

A girl named Delia Hawkwood, one of the Slytherins, came and lit candles with me. I have no idea who she is. She can't be related to Perkin. Daniel said he'd tell me about it later. He's been trying to get any of the Mulcibers to come for years but they won't even talk about it with us--I think she has to be one of their cousins.

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I didn't think I'd mind living with the Hufflepuffs when I first heard about it on the train, but that 'welcome party' seemed like it was going to go on until the end of term. I am also less than thrilled about the neatly printed 'work schedules' that have gone up in the common room. The Hufflepuffs have the insane idea that we should all be doing chores around the House every single day. I realise it's nothing very big (certainly not compared to what Ima thinks I should do every day) but it's still work that the elves do in Gryffindor.

Annie Weasley's all wet. I don't know what about because it's not as though the snobby purebloods ever liked her anyway, and if her father's working for THEM she ought to be ashamed of it. Difficult to feel sympathetic that someone's in trouble for wanting to do me in and all of my family as well! Still, if the Quibbler was German propaganda it was very strange German propaganda, for it didn't even mention my people once!

I can't decide if I mind being betrothed or not, but there really aren't any boys I like half so much as Alden, so I suppose I don't. I did let him kiss me, and I did like it, I just feel a little, well, forced.

I wonder when Siobhan will hold tryouts. I can't wait to get back on the pitch.

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So Weasley is the prefect and not me. That suits me fine as there are lots of things the first-year girls will need to learn that their actual prefect should not be the one to teach them, and by this I mean all the situations in which you do what you have to do because taking the detention is worth it, and involving an adult is social suicide. Weasley has not yet managed the fine art of when to break rules. Although she is a Weasley which means she will be better at it than Addie Kyteler is. That is okay. I will ensure that our first year Gryffindor girls are well schooled in this valuable art. They will need it to cope with Gryffindor boys.

Dinah and I have inherited all of Miri's school uniforms. We have not told Ima that we have managed to multiply the number of skirts by two, as naturally she would object. Dinah is a bizarre creature who understands all the secret lore of Girl World into which I have never been made privy, but in matters of violation of tznius she is the acknowledged expert at whose feet I must sit and learn. Still I have managed to nick a few pairs of Dani's old trousers. Dinah does not understand why I want them at all, but she was more than willing to assist me in the matter of charming them to Gryffindor colours and making alterations where suitable.

Pettigrew will be the boys' prefect. He likes me, although I do not think that he has quite recovered from the shock of discovering back in second year that "they don't have Jesus at your church?" This will be very amusing. Of course that was when I was almost as religious as my brother is, and before I had discovered the wonders of Communism.

I am determined that Hubert's party shall be a success, as Cynthia Mulciber is certainly the ultimate capitalist, or at least she would like to be.