[COLOR="Olive“]Sorry that I couldn’t write earlier, but now another chapter is ready. Hope you like it SAM [/COLOR]

The next day was just wonderful. Dad left before the sunrise, one day earlier then expected, so we had a free extra day „Bonjour, ma puce. Qu'est-ce que tu veux manger?“(Good morning, my darling. What do you wanna eat?), asked Mum smiling in the kitchen. It seemed as she has been awoken for a few hours. „Muesli, please.“ I sat down on a chair beside the pantry. Our houseelves had a day off, cause Mum hated it to be served by these little creatures. „Madam, may I help you?“, squeaked Twinky. She wore a wonderful dish towel, which was tied likes a dress. Sometimes I really thought she must be a elb more than a elf.

„Twinky, what are you doing here? You are on holiday!“, Mum admonished her. „I'm sorry. But Rista told Twinky to be here, just in case.“, admitted Twinky.
She blushed, took a spoon and began to punish herself with it. „Stop it!“, I cried and put it away from her.
„Merci, Isabelle.“, „Didn't you want to visit Waruk?“, I wanted to know from her. „Twinky did indeed. He was very nice. But his Mister threw out Twinky, as he came home.“ For a long time Twinky was in love with Waruk , the houself of Dolohov. Dolohov didn't like Twinky and maybe he was scared. „Poor, Twinky!“, I said compassionately and padded her shoulder. My favorite houseelfe cried and embraced her. Her mother Rista had a huge lack of understanding for her lover. Mum put a cup of tea in front of Twinky and said: “Drink your tea, afterwards you will feel better!” “Thank you, Madam!”

“Come on, let's go in the garden.”, advised Mum and took a tablet with cups and bowls. Twinky didn't move. “Twinky please join us!” She followed us on the terrace
Everywhere flowers began to bloom. If Father would be there, I'd already had lessons and I would pore over thousands of books. But he wasn't here, so I awoke at 10 o'clock a.m. I ate my breakfast outside stress-free.

Twinky sat on the right side beside me. My little sis Claire was on my opposite and ate her muesli very fast. Father had often admonished Claire because of her table manners. But you really couldn't accuse her of that, because she was one year old. „Do you wanna see him again?“, asked Mum Twinky. The elf nodded shyly and helped Claire out of the chair. „Miss Claire dirtied herself.“ She began to wash her face. It was full of her muesli. My little sister laughed, she liked Twinky, like i did. Twinky was so much sweeter and funnier than our other elfes.
„What we gonna do next?“, I wanted to know from Mum, who stared at flower bed dreamily. „I thought we first learn a bit French and then gonna have a closer look on the potion of wisdom.“, She meant. With a swing of her wand, the empty bowls disappeared , and my french books appeared in the same second.


„Tu peux rester ici, Twinky.“said Mum. (You could stay here.)„Merci, Madame.“ I didn't know where Twinky learned French. It was just a complete mystery. Enthusiathically i opened my book, and Mum began to ask my words.
„Which is the french word for house?“ „C'est une maison.“, I answered.
„Très bien, chérie.“ It was huge fun. Her brown eyes were sparkling. Sie was very proud of me, that i was good in French, although we didn't have the time to talk so much. Secretly I read a children book in French. Twinky hided for me in her cupboard. Dad would never dare to go there

Mum brought Claire to bed. „Twinky where do you learned to talk in French?“, I asked a question, which i always wanted to ask. She looked at me in surprise. „Oh my aount works for les Dubois in Marseille! She told me how to speak and of cours Madame Alice!“, she explained to me.

An owl flew over our heads. She had wonderful plumage. It was toffee brown. I freed the owl from the letter and began to read


Dear Isabelle,
I'm so glad, that I had the chance to meet you yesterday. You were totally differnt, like I expected you, the daughter of the dark Lord, to be. I liked our conversation. I'd like to meet you again, if you want. Just write what you wanna do. I'd be happy, if I receive a response of you.

Love
Reg.


I blushed, when I thought at our dance last night. It was so amazing. Finally I had the chance to become friend with someone, who was absolutely Dads type. He was a pureblood, and a nephew of his favorite potionmaster.
He wanted to do something with ME!!! YEYYYYY!!!!
Maybe we could arrange to meet this week in the Diagon Alley. It was one of my favourite places. I grapped my quill and wrote back.

Dear Regulus

Of course I wanna meet you. There is only the question when and where? What about Thursday, Diagaon Alley, one o'clock?
Glg Isa

Twinky smiled. „Mademoiselle Isabelle is in love!“ „No, i'm not.- We are just friends.“, I tried to explain to her, but I blushed again.

„Mum, could Reg come with us to Diagon Alley?“, I asked Mum, who left the house, with a muggle book in her hand. „Did he wrote?“ I nodded. „He can come with us. I haven't got something against it. He is really nice.“

I jumped like a jumping ball and send my message to Reg.

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