Chapter 1.
23rd August 1992.
Hi! My name is Cecile Dingle. This is my diary. When I'm not at school, I live in a small village in the heart of France. And when I am at school... well that is completely different from my village!
I have just finished my second year at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. YES! Magic!
I found out I was a witch only 2 months before I started at Beauxbatons, My parents were so proud! They are what we call "Muggles" meaning they are non magic people. I am especially gifted in the fact that I have magical powers!
So, my school is beautiful, and we wear gorgeous blue and grey silk uniforms.
I won't be returning next year though, here is my story.
A couple of months ago my parents told me they are getting a divorce. Splitting the family up. Oh, how thoughtful. I knew it was coming though, they had been arguing for I don't know... FOREVER! So, I guess it's for the best if they don't live together anymore.
My mother wanted me to live with her, which I am glad about, because my dad doesn't like taking me shopping or let me watch movies I like in the house. So, my mum was looking for houses to live in, but she wasn't looking in our village, because she said she wanted to be as far away from dad as possible.
So, I suggested, why not move to England! ENGLAND! She said no at first, because she didn't want me to leave Beauxbatons. I told her all of the good things about moving to England, and that I didn't mind changing schools. They have a great school in Scotland called Hogwarts. After asked her LOTS of times she has said yes!
So mum found a house in a little town in the middle of England and sent an owl to the headmaster, Dumbledore, requesting my transfer of schools. He accepted and I had to go to a meeting with him and another teacher (I can't remember her name... but she made me jump when she appeared from a cat!).
At the meeting they made me put a hat onto my head which told me I would be in a house called Gryffindor.
Mum was happy, and now I am SO excited to start on September 1st.
Oh... and one thing I haven't told you, is that I HAD to make sure we moved to England. I PRAYED before that meeting that I could be in Gryffindor. Why? Because of him. The boy who lived. Harry Potter.
I heard all about him when I first started at Beauxbatons. Everybody talked about a wizard who went bad, but I can't say his name. This bad wizard went round England killing lots of people, and he tried to kill Harry when he was a baby, But he couldn't!
So Harry became really famous and last year he-who-must-not-be-named came back with a teacher at Hogwarts, and Harry beat him! AGAIN!
Oh I cannot wait to meet Harry. We are in the same year, and the same house. So I will see him all the time. I hope he likes me. OH I hope he likes me!
Cecile x x x
This is the diary entry written by the girl this story revolves around. She seems nice, doesn't she?
I suppose you will have to wait and see.