Refugees

Hello out there!

Sorry I haven't written in awhile.

I hope all of you are doing all right.   I'm wondering what life is like over there without Voldemort.   The other day my mum was saying another evil person will probably take his place eventually.   I hope she's wrong about that.

As for my life....

Harry still won't take my letters, but I still love him.   He's my baby.   Sometimes he'll sit on my shoulder while I walk around the house.   I love that.

He delivers Julia's letters, but he won't sit on her shoulders.    It kind of works out.

Actually it works out well for me.  Since I can't talk to Malcolm via phone or parrot, he feels the need to visit quite often.   He's here almost every other day.    I want to believe he's here because he's secretly madly in love with me.   But I think coming here gives him an excuse to partake in "foolish Muggle customs".   He loves Friends, even though he tries to deny it.   And he's gotten quite addicted to Mario Kart 64.  

In other news, our tourist visa is running out in a few weeks.   Then we have to decide what to do next.   I thought since my dad was Australian, we could just stay here.   But there's stupid rules here that say if you move to another country, then you lose your citizenship.  

There's a group of wizards in Sydney who have started a refugee program.   It's secret and seperate from the Australian government.    British wizards are here; yet they're not here.   If you know what I mean.   The problem is we're not wizards.   Julia is.   They can definitely take her into their world.    We might have to go back to London.    Several months ago, I would have been happy about that.  Now I'm not.  No offence.  

The thing is none of us can work without a proper visa.   It was fine for awhile because my parents had a lot of money saved.   But that's not going to last forever.  

I'd like a job someday too.   I don't want to be an illegal hiding person.