Dear Diary,

I am writing this because my best friend Thomas said that writing a diary helped him. It took me ages to find this invisible ink. I found it in Fred and George's shop at Diagon ally of all places. I wouldn't be surprised if it all of a sudden started shouting what I write for everyone around to hear knowing those two pranksters.. god forbid. I think if this is to help me overcome my problems I should treat you as a person or a reader.. my own ease. Being muggle born and all, focusing on how to use a quill is rather a pain, and I'm bad at multitasking as if it wasn't obvious to my entire potions class earlier today. Then again, can't be doing worse than Shamus in the year below me. He's always exploding things!

I'm basically writing to you.. my diary.. damn that sounds nerdy.. Hah.. Anyway.. There's this guy in one of my classes, divination. I see him around the castle now and again, I have to stop my self staring all the time. I'm sure my friends can see me staring in awe, I hope not. I'll call him Jake, just in case this is ever found he won't know. I guess you could say I am paranoid, but lets just say I'm one for wondering about the castle in the early hours and I'm prone to having my pockets turned inside out. Especially since I was caught with the Marauder's map. That damn care taker or whatever he is Filch and that rodent of a cat. I hear Fred and George stole it from him, karmas a bitch and all that.

He has the most beautiful face, the sharpest jaw, amazing blue eyes and lush brown hair. Just thinking of his smile gets me through the day. The way he smiles at the same time we make eye contact. It reassures me that there's even the slightest chance my feelings aren't one way.. I know what you're thinking. Well.. if diaries think that is, 'why don't you just tell him how you feel' 'take him on a date'.. well the anwer to that is simple. Not only have I not got the guts but well... lets just say gays aren't accepted amongst the wizarding community.. I thought it was hard being in the closet in the good old muggle world, but no. Life likes to prove me wrong. People say there are rumours about him not being straight.. but I don't want to get my hopes up. Especially when there's so many other things holding us apart.

Anyway I'm getting tired, there's a quidditch game on tomorrow morning and Jake is playing. Some might call it stalking I call it 'stalking'. The speech marks are very important! Anyway.. good night. It's been nice having a place to store my thoughts.