May 17, 1888
Made a mistake yesterday and showed Livia what I'd been working on, but she reacted very
badly negatively, though at least I know she won't tell anyone, but with the
suggested implicit promise I won't do it again. I can't do that, and maybe--probably--that isn't very Hufflepuff
off of me, but there is something...bewitching about watching
nobility mobility, for I couldn't care less about what they're doing and couldn't care more about how much is open to them, the places they can go, every nook and cranny and dirty alley-way. Maybe I should have been in Ravenclaw, after all, so it would have made more sense?
Nevertheless, Regardless, I know now I cannot tell anyone of what I am doing, though legal action has no basis as far as I have researched, for if my dear older sister reacted that way...well. Hopefully she forgets of it, or otherwise doesn't
perceive suspect a thing, or, at the very least, doesn't remember the secret storage room in Father's old study, now mine. I must move all charmwork and enchantments there, I think, and cast or recast the necessary charms (anti-apparition, anti-theft, concealment (cave inimicum?), imperturbable,
maybe caterwauling? and always cast deletrius after homoculous) surrounding it.
— Gregory Yaxley —