Fortieth Part

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July 3rd, 2007

Dear Diary,

We've arrived in Morocco and we've just finished the last arrangements with the caravan we'll be escorting. Because yes, somehow we had to be roped into assuring protection for them otherwise we'd be 'death weights'

I wanted to punch the perfect teeth of the smug fucker that told me this, but Mione did it for me a second later when he asked if she was to be entertainment or protection. The look on his face when he got off the ground was the most impressed I've ever seen. He spitted out a tooth and held out his hand, saying that if she was as dangerous with spell and curse then she was 'with those tiny fists' of hers, he considered himself the safest person on the planet.

I don't like him, but hey, the guy's clearly enamoured with Mione, so I can't really blame him for his stupid smile every time she points out his stupidity or lackings in whatever subject he's talking about.

Still, I feel like this is going to be a long road.

Later,

Harry

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