"But of course," Fleur said easily, holding her hand out for his journal. "'Oo should 'ave every right to privacy zat 'e does, especially een your own journal."
Fleur quickly cast a multitude of hexes on the requested pages, layering them artfully and setting traps under every two, three, four or five layers of wards. "Zere, no one should be able to get through zat."
She poured a cup of tee and held it out to him. "Tea?"