September 1, 1975
Well, hello? I'm not too sure what the purpose of a journal, I mean, why write down your thoughts when somebody can find them and use them against you. Since my mother used our limited funds to buy this for me as a gift, I guess I will have to use it. I would hate to upset her when I know she was thinking she was doing something nice for me. Well, it is officially the first day of my fifth year and already I am in over my head. The new band on first years were the same as always but with one expectation.
Her name is Trinidad and she is gorgeous. When she walked up to the sorting hat, a hush fell over the room. Her beauty robbed all the males of their ability to breath and filled all the girls with envy. She sat so picture perfect upon that stool as if it was a throne. She must be a queen of some kind. When the hat called "SLYTHERIN", I'm sure my fellow male housemates and myself swelled with pride. Though, I'm sure the girls started plotting her untimely death at the thought of the new competition. Thank the lucky stars Narcissa is already gone or this angel would not have survived the night.
Yours?
The Half- Blood Prince
