I could be
an artist if I wanted to be! I could be one of those bohemian types and live in a house with a man who writes poetry in the margins of library books, and in the summer I'd spend all day outside and connect with nature. We'd not sleep for days and everyone would want a piece I'd created. I could run away to London, or Paris! Hm.
Then introduce her to a mime? You should let her be, if that's what she really wants to the extent of ignoring her husba fiancee. She won't really get killed will she? That all seems terribly dramatic and silly. Who could kill another person just for who they're with? Well, I suppose I could guess who. You're Couldn't she hide from them? Couldn't you? Will she run off and be a bohemian? I don't feel so unique now.
Ha! I do believe this is the year of the Hufflepuff!
-Abbott