Dearest Diary,
On a visit to the market today I had the fortunate incidence of bumping into no fewer than three eligible gentleman. After all three met my gaze, they smiled valiantly and then never met my gaze again. Upon reentering my carriage for the ride home with a certain sense of defeat, I noticed I had mistakenly placed my ring on my left hand rather than my right. Whatever the cause of their lack of attention, I have decided it to be their disinterest in infidelity. If I were presumed married, then the gentlemen can be presumed respectable. Well done, sirs!
As for a one Mr. Voldemort, he continues to hold my attention. I was fortunate enough to spend an unusual dose of time in his company today, and was able to behold his smile for a great portion of said visit.
Would that tomorrow could hold such fortune...
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