Sera could not recall having ever told her father no. (This may have been at least partially because Algernon had very rarely asked her for anything.) And she knew that she couldn't bar the notebook from her father's gaze, but she did not want him to see everything — not the H next to bachelors she thought were particularly handsome, or the wealthy halfbloods or particularly handsome middle class men who she'd added to the book. She shifted in her seat. Surely she could come up with something? (She had a blank notebook up in her room — she could rewrite her notes.)

"I have to add my notes from last night," Seraphina said, with a bright smile, "But I shall have it ready for you by tonight, father."