Dearest Diary,
Tonight I had the fortune of attending a recital of the schoolchildren. Many played the pianoforte. One the violin. Several demonstrated the waltz and lieder that is now becoming popular among our social gatherings. Dinner was observed with a full three courses and it is now very late of hour. I am not one for rising at dawn, but I fear that is precisely what must be. The evening must come to an end.
But before I close, I must remit there is much to ponder tonight. I have again bade goodbye to a gentleman about whom you've heard an extraordinary amount. But I have not ruled out for keeps, Mr. Voldemort. It may be noted, however, that I have not ruled him in, either. I do intend to participate in many a cotillion or scotch reel before the week's end, and that shall delight me so.
But not until tomorrow...
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