02/09/1989
Saturday, September 2nd
Dear diary, we're still staying in the UK to sort out our things. Cissy and Lucy did quite a bit, but Dad wants to personally organize all his potion ingredients and instruments.
We had to acquire a new house-elf dedicated to dealing with plants, as all the plants and seeds we obtained on our travels need more care and Dad wants everything to be perfect. His name is Moki and he's quite old, but he has extensive knowledge of various types of plants, especially exotic ones.
... We don't have many house-elves at home, we only had three: Dorl, Mimi, and Vici, and now Moki has joined as well. I like how Dad taught me to treat them. With firmness but also kindness.
James treats his house-elves like he treated me... I can't help feeling horrible every time I remember... I wonder what will happen to Limy... she was always kind to me, James forbade her from seeing me or helping me just before he burned me... I miss her...
But let's get back to more pleasant topics. Today we received a letter from the redheads, they were sorted into Slytherin! Honestly, it wasn't much of a surprise to anyone, but they had told me that they planned to convince the Sorting Hat to put them in any other house to avoid suspicion and have more freedom, but it seems that this very plan made the hat not think much and put them in the green and silver house.
... I'm still a bit shocked by the twins' farewell words to my dad, I hadn't realized that they thought that way about Sev, that they liked him, yes, that was obvious, but that they wanted to marry him... wait... does that mean they'll be my other dads??!!!
Blessed Merlin! I hadn't realized that! What should I do?!
I mean... it's not like I dislike them, quite the opposite, but it just doesn't fit in my head, besides that means they're going to live with us, right?
Being married is liking that person and having to live together when you're grown up, right? My dear diary, I'm having a little crisis right now. I'm sorry if my handwriting is a bit more messy than usual...
So when the twins reach the legal age to marry (I think that's 16) they're going to come live with us? Is that all, right? Right?!
... If that's the case, I don't think there will be much of a problem, we've traveled together for a long time and we've all gotten along while, technically, living together. Julius likes them too...
Yes, no problem... no problem at all…
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Dear diary... Why do I feel something weird in my stomach?... I feel... I feel like they're going to take my dad away from me... I don't want that... maybe I'll have to talk to them to discuss my terms... We have to come to an agreement to share my dad. He was my dad first, they have to abide by my terms...
Yes, tomorrow I'll send them a letter, I have to include Julius in this, he's also Dad's son, he has the right to be part of the agreement.
Decided! Tomorrow I'll talk to Julius to write a proper letter to Forge and Gred!
See you,
Goodbye.