Well then. Due to some minor problems concerning our cast, the play will be postponed for one week. Meaning the first show will now be on the 22nd of this month. The girl in question has been removed from the production, so all should be well again. Bloody fangirls, honestly. How in the world am I going to find a replacement for her role in mere days?

There isn't really much to say at the moment, other than the fact that I am watching in pure amazement at our bedroom window. I can't get the curtains open. Draco hasn't allowed me into the gardens once this week. Oh yes, I have access to dozens of gardens and parks in London, but still. The Manor's gardens have always been my favourite.

And yes, it's just fine if I am not allowed to see what is going on. I shall take his word for that. But not even one tiny peek from our window? It has such a lovely view on everything. But no. It is firmly closed and hidden behind heavy drapes. Bastard.

And so I shall wait even if he is well aware of the fact that I have no patience. At all.

I never imagined I would have so much fun at the Cassiopeia Wizarding Theater. There is a sense of freedom in that building, that almost makes me believe I am back on the streets again. At first I was afraid, fearing the position of coordinator would be pleasing, but...slightly boring at times, perhaps. Which seems to be complete rubbish. Everyone is treated the same, which is how it should be.

Just yesterday there was something wrong with the lighting in the main hall, we have arranged special chandeliers from Romania to be brought in for our next production. I even took a look at it myself. So what if I almost fell to the floor, Gwydion someone was quick enough to catch me. Point is, I already feel like part of the...family, really. It is truly delightful.




Draco, darling, I'm so sorry I came home so late last night, I wasn't sure whether to wake you or not. You see, everything went so well during our very first rehearsal that I completely forgot the time. It shall not happen again.

Off with your head, Blaise Zabini. My visit to the Cassiopeia Wizarding Theater was absolutely delightful, as expected. I now know exactly what it is they expect me to do, and it excites me. Very much even, the tasks they have for me are well worth fighting down any nervous feeling I might encounter.

Blaise, thank you for the taking the time to escort me to the Theater and introducing me to several of the main staff and cast. Good Lord, was it really so much trouble to tell me Gwydion Thornapple would be present as well before he was suddenly right there? Such a shame you had to leave early and travel back home right after you bloody introduced him, you prat. Mister Thornapple was so nice to show me around the Theater a bit more and even took the time to walk me back to Covent Garden, all the way from West End. Wasn't that courteous of him?

But yes, I believe working at the Theater is all I ever wished for in a career. It shall be quite the experience.

Have any of you ever felt like you were wandering aimlessly, surrounded by a thick and seemingly neverending fog, when all of a sudden... You can see perfectly clear.

It is what happened to me, mere days ago. Foolish of me, to say the least, for I have truly been blind. I must give my deepest thanks to you, Blaise, for making me realise or perhaps even making me remember again where my heart truly lies.

And so it seems I shall return to Covent Garden, London, once again. Or perhaps even West End, it all depends what theater the guild will assign me to.

Indeed. The theater. Blaise was so kind as to remind me of my artfilled past and my passion for anything and everything involving said lifestyle. I heard the Cassiopeia Wizarding Theater on West End might be interested in providing me with the coordinator position on their team.

Celestina Warbeck, their former coordinator, is currently the singer on the Wizard Wireless, the hideous woman who performs with a backup group of banshees you all must remember her from back at Hogwarts, her records were regretably played quite often in the dorms. Her latest album is entitled "You Stole My Cauldron but You Can't Have my Heart", I believe. Back to the issue at hand, Millie dear.

So yes, it is all quite exciting, I cannot wait to hear if I have been accepted to fill the spot.

There is only so much we can do in this world. Yet for me it is still not enough. Wandering through the Manor's library always manages to take my mind away from day to day hardships. Seeking solitude in the gardens fills my thoughts with sweet memories.

But, even with all these aspects, I believe I require more, though I'm not sure what it is. A purpose, perhaps. Something that would not keep me entertained, but busy, something that would require me to wake up in the morning and use my mind, as well as my feelings. For now, the only reason I stand up in the morning is completely linked to my heart. With Les Idiots d'Art, I was part of something that helped me with other parts of my life as well, the simple things that we must do to live.

Yes. I miss having a purpose, something to occupy my time, something I can call my own. Perhaps I should write a letter to my aunt, or my former school in France, see if they can send me my schoolfiles. Because for the love of Salazar, I cannot recall what it was I wished to do after school, had it not been for the War.




Should Mother contact any of you, kindly ignore her. I do believe she has finally lost her last bit of sanity.