Disclaimer: If you read about it in the books, it's not mine
A/N: I went off of a thing in one of the books or possibly the fifth movie, in which Luna mentioned that her things were always going missing.
Entry #1 - a few days after school started
I hate diary writing. All my possessions go missing at least twice a school year, and the fact that Dad, who frequently forgets that I'm twelve, gave me a really obvious diary for my birthday doesn't help. If anything, this'll be a target for the people who "borrow" my things. If I knew who they were, I'd write nasty things about them in here, but of course I don't. Lucky them, I guess.
Entry #2 – ten days or so later
I was dead-on, as usual. The day after I last wrote, this stupid diary went missing. Some girl in my year who's in a different House returned it to me, but I wouldn't be surprised if she'd read it too. I don't think she took it, though; how could she access my dormitory in the first place? And even if she could, I don't think she'd do it. Now I kind-of remember who she is. She's part of that red-haired family; there are about five of them, I think. Too bad I can't recall the names of any of them. Two of her brothers are ALWAYS in trouble, but they never do anything dreadfully stupid, just irrational stuff. Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention that "irrational" is a favored description of me? Cause it is, and I'm sick of it. At least it's better than "crazy", which I get even more often.
Entry #3 – a month later, mid-October
No luck on figuring out who keeps "borrowing" my diary, or any of my other possessions, for that matter. My favorite pair of sneakers turned up today, though, after being lost since the day after school started. It figured they'd be attached to a chandelier in a third-floor hallway. At least nothing ever HAPPENS in that hallway, otherwise this would've become what the teachers refer to as an "incident", also known as what happens when it seems like someone has a vendetta against someone else. Welcome to my nightmare.
Entry #4 – two weeks later, around Halloween
As if the sneaker affair wasn't bad enough! Someone's having altogether too much fun "returning" my possessions. This morning, an owl crash-landed in front of me at breakfast, carrying one of my favorite shirts, a quill, and two of my more distinctive pairs of socks. This would have been okay if it hadn't splashed pumpkin juice on its parcel when it landed. If I ever find out who's behind this…
Entry #5 – later that day
I had to stop because SOMEONE (I have no idea who) had left a parcel for me outside the entrance to our House, and one of the girls in the year above mine fetched me so I could deal with it. It contained three more pairs of my socks and a book that I like reading, all of which had been missing for at least a month. The girl who fetched me stuck around as I opened it, and she thinks I have a secret admirer. I sincerely hope I don't, given that I'm not interested in boys yet. Oh well, let the older kids think what they may. I just hope that whoever's doing this doesn't reveal their identity before Christmas. I wouldn't put playing with mistletoe past some of the older girls.