§lytherin Prince

I leave to pursue greater things in France and come back to England in complete and utter derangement. Truly, there must be some lovely, pureblood, Slytherin witch who would love to accompany me to a lunch? With such wit and intelligence, surely this flower could answer my obtuse and ignorant questions?

Flattery does get you everywhere after all.

I must say, France is lovely, as I knew it would be. It was not the country that has me returning to the Manor so soon, but rather the dour and balding potions master. I wondered more than once if this was how the lesser houses in Hogwarts felt in potions class. It was dreadful. ~~And my hair!~~

What matters now is that I am home. Mother is thrilled. Father is Father.

Now that everything is settled, will someone tell me why Flint is seeing a Weasley?

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