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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Have to mirror Kauton, though chances are she already knows. Wonder if there's any chance she'd come. Probably not, but I can dream.

So, here I sit, in a warm tropical, undisclosed, location. It's also got no extradition treaty with Britain, muggle or Wizarding. Which is good for me, as I had about a half hour's notice that the MLE was going to be on my doorstep to arrest me and my father. Good thing we'd planned for this sort of thing right? Can sarcasm be heard through writing?

The house is empty, right down to the last model racing broom and second hand dress. Everything made it's way here and dad and I fled the country, because really, neither of us like the idea of going to jail for any length of time, much less under the heading of 'long.'

Now we're on our own and never going back. I'll miss everyone, but it had to be done.

Farewell my past. Farewell.

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Andre Chevalier Leroye

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