Antonin looked puzzled for a few seconds, "Ah, perhaps your sister did not tell you, or did not understand that I have told my head house-elf to keep an eye on your house. If you call for Nikita, he will send one of my elves to take a message to me. You can tell who they are because my elves all wear Dolohov livery."
"Your age might be a small problem on your own, if you were to tell anyone. With Morag and I, it would be no problem at all." He smiled, "There is nothing wrong with wanting to make your own way. Doing your recordings on your own, as long as you have a solicitor look over any contracts, would be good."
"The Casino is a private club where memberships are purchased. Given that you have not been there before, I am not sure how you would do there on your own. I would hate for you to have a bad time because you had no escort, no-one to dance with, or to introduce you to the facilities. Still, it would be your choice."
"Why not speak to Morag and see if she would like a few days in London, and we will all run down together in the next week or so? Who knows, you might even get her to face her biggest nemesis, shopping. I would be happy to underwrite an expedition."
He went on, "You could do your, I believe they are called recording sessions, during the day, and we could all go out in the evening. No doubt there would be some young, single men at the Casino to steal you away from the old, married couple, if you wanted."