Here's a short little one shot I thought of.
Dear Diary,
I get home from my first year at Hogwarts. Today is a Wednesday (night), my friends get out on Friday, and so I have two days to myself until I get bombarded with questions. Throughout all of Thursday, I tell my parents all that happened this year. They're a great audience: they laugh, gasp, and are silent through all the right parts.
Dear Diary,
Today is Friday. I'm currently standing outside my friends' school. I have the cover story that Mom, Dad, and I came up with running through my head: I got a scholarship, to go to this school in Scotland, and we couldn't pass up the opportunity. I see my friends file out of the school. My two best friends tear off over to me, but my other two friends just calmly walk over. I can't help laughing at the sight. It kind of reminds me of the difference between Neville and Harry & Ron. Thinking of them makes me a little sad, but I know that I can still keep in touch, which makes me happy. My friends and I walk over to our favorite restaurant. As expected, they bombard me with questions. I just stick to the story that I put together earlier today.
Dear Diary,
We get through the summer pretty nicely. At first my friends were suspicious of me when I said something weird, or when I referred to my other friends, but eventually they just came to accept it as my school. Luckily for me they didn't ever witness anything weird enough.
Except once:
My best friend, Emily, and I were making necklaces and bracelets (for a Girl Scout project of hers) in my room; when an owl lands on my window sill. She shrieks, and drops the beads that she's holding. I have to reassure her that it's all right; it's just how my friend sends messages. I quickly make up a story about my friend helping the bird when it was injured, and then the bird wouldn't leave his family. They had then figured out that it was kind of like a homing pigeon, it could find places really well. (If you couldn't already guess, the owl was from Ron. Thankfully it wasn't Errol.) I took the note, quickly read it, replied, and then sent the owl back. Thankfully my friend bought the story, and didn't bring it up again.
Dear Diary,
I now only have a couple days left until school; I can't wait!
So what did you think? It just popped into my head one day. Like it, hate it? Review please!