Every year, it gets a bit harder to use the portkey from the Irish Ministry to come to England, and then to step on the train. Because I be in so deep now, I'll never get my life ba I came in fourth in the Chopin concerto competition in London, which was incredibly disappointing, considering that I won it when I was ten, but I did place second in the Liszt recitals, which, given that I had to teach myself the Second Rhapsody, that had been a nice result, yeah? Though it's hard to lie, to lie and lie and all I seem to do is lie, about what I'm up to during the school year. It makes it harder. To step on the train.
God, I hate it here.
I need to speak to the Headmistress about switching the transfiguration of my piano from a Steinway to a Baldwin; I played on the most magnificent Baldwin in Prague, I nearly felt compelled to hug it after I played upon it each time. I wonder how that will alter the spell?
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