Dear Diary,

Wow, it feels weird to say that again! I haven't kept a diary since I was seven, and even then I only wrote a brief journal entry about the day I found out I had magical powers. I threw it out because my writing was so terrible I couldn't even read it, so it was useless. But I still remember the day, so well. How can I not when Uncle Harry's eyebrows still haven't grown back entirely?

Anyway, Aunt Ginny gave me this diary for my third year of Hogwarts. When she handed me this small black book, I fully expected the whole therapist speech about how a diary is a way to let out my thoughts and feelings (like I read about in Muggle books), but she justed winked and told me not to leave it lying around.

Weird.

I have to admit, I'm really bored right now. I was working on a project with Mum when Dad and Hugo left for the Quidditch match, but now it's done and I'm stuck at home. I wonder how disappointed Dad will be when the Cannons lose again?

Okay, you're probably wondering what project I was working on. Or not. Well, I'll just write it because I'm so terribly bored and my hand hasn't cramped yet. By the way, I'm writing with the most lovely new Gryffindor pen, do you like it? Yes, I was building a model of Hogwarts Castle. Maybe it's a bit much, but Mum was really pleased, she said it was fantastic. I can't wait to go back to Hogwarts! I miss my friends SO much. I mean, sure, I see them a bit on the holidays, but most of the time my cousins are too busy (or their parents are too tired), and Scorpius can't come over often because his dad and my parents don't get along well. Some old school grudge.

I'm going to give the castle another coat of paint. Hopefully by then Dad and Hugo will be home, and he and I can play together in the back yard. The best thing about my little brother is he's an excellent Beater.

I'll write again tomorrow.