09-01-2012

Dear Journal,

Today is the first day of my last year at Hogwarts. I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I'm super excited to finish school and not have to worry about homework and grades and that weird funky smell at the end of the fourth floor corridor. But I am going to miss all my friends and free quidditch games, and that funky smell at the end of the fourth floor corridor. My hope with this journal is to try to chronicle my last year of school, because I don't want to forget a moment of it. I'm going to make this year my best.

The sorting ceremony went pretty well this year. The only incident that occurred was a nervous first year tripping over their robe hem on their way to join the Ravenclaw table, and his flailing arms caused some pumpkin juice to spill all over that horrible, know-it-all prefect Maxwell. Those Ravenclaws can be so infuriating, they think just because they are in the "smart and clever" house that they have a higher intelligence level than you. Which is so not true. I got better scores on my O.W.L.s than Maxwell (though he will deny it). His defense against the darks arts and Herbology may be better than mine though, but who needs those subjects anyway? I probably would have an easier time paying attention in Defense if Professor Potter wasn't so hot. But shh, don't tell him I said that.

Wow. I'm getting really off topic here. I wanted to tell you about the train ride here. It was pretty normal. I sat in a compartment with my best friends, Quinn and Lorastinne, We just call her Lora though, she's from a pureblood family and they are really old-fashioned in their naming and she hates her full name, but you can bet the professors always call her Lorastinne, or Miss Moren. So Lora, Quinn, and I were just hanging around, playing exploding snap, and eating as many chocolate frogs as we could, when a little fluffy owl just swooped in a dropped a letter on my lap. Quinn was so startled, she hates owls, which is pretty inconvenient for her since that's the standard wizard communication, but whatever, some sort of tragic childhood trauma has left her hating the things. So even though the owl did no harm, she spent the next twenty minutes raging about how unsafe it is to allow the creatures free in a train, and how she might just have to hunt down a prefect and complain. I only heard about half of the rant, since I was busy reading. But I think Lora calmed her down, since she didn't leave, and no prefect appeared. It also helped that around that time was the announcement that we were approaching Hogwarts.

Nothing of note happened between then and now, other than the first year getting pumpkin juice all over Maxwell (Which still makes me giggle in fiendish delight as I recall it). It's so good to be back in the castle, and now that this journal entry is pretty much over, I am ready for my last first night in the castle. And hopefully this week will bring plenty of adventures.

-With excited notions for the future,

CrimsonQuaffle4266

What you didn't think I would put my real name in here did you? It's probably pretty obvious who this is for people who know me, but just in case it falls into the wrong hands…. Oh! And I bet you want to know what that letter I received on the train said? I'll attach it in here. No better place to keep it… Please note, that the writer of this letter did not call me Crimson, but my real name, I have however, changed it with my magic quill.

Dear Crimson,

Dartanian looked especially fluffy today. Did you find my owl to be as endearing? I apologize if he startled your friend, but my other option was to hand you this myself. And where is the fun in that? See you in class.

For I now declare my entanglement with the Raven

p.s. Do you think a walnut cloak would be too noisy?