Dear Diary,
I have been waiting for this moment all day. I received this journal by owl today from my father in Stone-on-the-Would. His letter said he wished that I would write down my experiences here so that I may never forget them. I find it quite funny that he sent me a fountain pen along as well. Since I received my acceptance letter last summer, he has become quite obsessed with magic and has immersed himself in the culture quite readily. I would think, despite the fact that he is a muggle, that he would have picked up that we use quills by now.
It was quite a shock to him at first of course, as it was for me. But, it did explain a lot of things. When I was younger strange things always seemed to happen around me. When I would jump off the swing at the play ground, I was always in the air a little longer than what was natural. When I got really angry at that one boy at my school, a branch snapped right over his head...
It's October now, two months into my first term, and so much has happened. The first of which, was the Welcoming Feast, which I still recall quite vividly. From the first moments I entered Hogwarts I was in awe. Its vast grandeur stunned me, and the Great Hall was lit with a magnificent glow, and the ceiling was twinkling with stars. I only became afraid when it was my turn to put on the Sorting Hat. I had been told on the Hogwarts Express by a friendly second year that there are four houses at Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. The Sorting Hat decides which house you belong in by reading your mind and assessing your personality and virtues. I was surprised at how old and tattered the Sorting Hat was. It talked through a tear through its middle. It felt like ages I had the hat on my head as it mumbled and whispered in my ear.
"Hmmm. I see a great determination, yes. A little timid, perhaps."
I jumped when it screamed, "Gryffindor!" I found my way to the Gryffindor table in a stupor amidst cheers from my fellow classmates. I am sitting in the Gryffindor common room now, alone with the few stragglers who haven't made their way to bed yet. I normally play wizard chess with the Weasley boys and a few others around this time, but tonight I don't really feel like it. They're playing animatedly in a corner now, arguing amiably amongst themselves. Hannah Abbot is practicing Wingardium Leviosa for Charms class now. I got the hang of it relatively quickly, but I know my classes will get harder as the year goes on. I absolutely love my wand. Its cedar, 10 and 3/4 inches unbending, with a phoenix feather core. I always have to have it with me now. I feel bare without it. Its like an extension of myself.
The one class I'm doing dreadfully in is potions. I've only just succeeded in preparing a Cure for Boils, but only just yesterday I blew up my cauldron attempting the Wideye, or Awakening potion. Professor Snape gave me such a look I could have gone running for my life. The Weasleys loathe Professor Snape. Fred Weasley tells me that he absolutely tortures Ron and Harry during their potions class. Harry Potter is the only wizard known to have survived the killing curse. I don't like him much. I get this ominous feeling when I talk to him...
Well, I better get some rest now, as it is quite late and I have my first flying lesson tomorrow. I can hardly wait!
I have been waiting for this moment all day. I received this journal by owl today from my father in Stone-on-the-Would. His letter said he wished that I would write down my experiences here so that I may never forget them. I find it quite funny that he sent me a fountain pen along as well. Since I received my acceptance letter last summer, he has become quite obsessed with magic and has immersed himself in the culture quite readily. I would think, despite the fact that he is a muggle, that he would have picked up that we use quills by now.
It was quite a shock to him at first of course, as it was for me. But, it did explain a lot of things. When I was younger strange things always seemed to happen around me. When I would jump off the swing at the play ground, I was always in the air a little longer than what was natural. When I got really angry at that one boy at my school, a branch snapped right over his head...
It's October now, two months into my first term, and so much has happened. The first of which, was the Welcoming Feast, which I still recall quite vividly. From the first moments I entered Hogwarts I was in awe. Its vast grandeur stunned me, and the Great Hall was lit with a magnificent glow, and the ceiling was twinkling with stars. I only became afraid when it was my turn to put on the Sorting Hat. I had been told on the Hogwarts Express by a friendly second year that there are four houses at Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. The Sorting Hat decides which house you belong in by reading your mind and assessing your personality and virtues. I was surprised at how old and tattered the Sorting Hat was. It talked through a tear through its middle. It felt like ages I had the hat on my head as it mumbled and whispered in my ear.
"Hmmm. I see a great determination, yes. A little timid, perhaps."
I jumped when it screamed, "Gryffindor!" I found my way to the Gryffindor table in a stupor amidst cheers from my fellow classmates. I am sitting in the Gryffindor common room now, alone with the few stragglers who haven't made their way to bed yet. I normally play wizard chess with the Weasley boys and a few others around this time, but tonight I don't really feel like it. They're playing animatedly in a corner now, arguing amiably amongst themselves. Hannah Abbot is practicing Wingardium Leviosa for Charms class now. I got the hang of it relatively quickly, but I know my classes will get harder as the year goes on. I absolutely love my wand. Its cedar, 10 and 3/4 inches unbending, with a phoenix feather core. I always have to have it with me now. I feel bare without it. Its like an extension of myself.
The one class I'm doing dreadfully in is potions. I've only just succeeded in preparing a Cure for Boils, but only just yesterday I blew up my cauldron attempting the Wideye, or Awakening potion. Professor Snape gave me such a look I could have gone running for my life. The Weasleys loathe Professor Snape. Fred Weasley tells me that he absolutely tortures Ron and Harry during their potions class. Harry Potter is the only wizard known to have survived the killing curse. I don't like him much. I get this ominous feeling when I talk to him...
Well, I better get some rest now, as it is quite late and I have my first flying lesson tomorrow. I can hardly wait!
