The EXTREMLEY Secret Diaries of E.Woods

By Alahria Silvermoon

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns the whole of Harry Potter. Unrecognisable characters (eg. Evelyn, Julez) most probably belong to me.

A/N: Hello all. I'm back with another story. And I intend on actually finishing this one.

Oh, and be warned: THIS MAY BE SLIGHTLY MARY-SUEISH. I am trying to give Evelyn flaws so that she isn't a perfect ditzy blonde. But still, the things that happen to her in this story (like getting with certain characters) may give off the aura of a Mary-Sue. So don't say I didn't warn you.

Well to those of you who are still reading, and intend on reading this chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: As if I don't have enough problems already. My one true love doesn't return my affections, my best friend has fallen in love, and my cat hates me! I am so pathetic…I need chocolate…

August 31st 8:17pm, my bedroom

I rather like my bedroom. It's quite cosy, with a small wooden bed in the corner right underneath a window (that has a nice view of the lake at the back of our house), a medium-sized wooden desk at the bottom of my bed against the wall, a wardrobe next to that and a huge bookcase across the room. All in all, my room is quite small. Even though my house is quite big. Well. Medium-sized.

The kitchen is fairly large, so is the lounge room. My mother has a big bedroom, complete with a huge four-poster bed and everything. My sister, Angela (who is 18), has a bigger room than mine as well. And I can't even complain, because she 'needs' it. She insists that it's for her studying and spell practising and whatnot (she is training to be an Auror at the Ministry of Magic), but I know better. The reason she snagged the bigger bed and bedroom is cos' of the guys she brings home with her. I'm not blind. Or deaf. Though I wish I was sometimes. Deaf, I mean. At least she's started to settle down though. She has a boyfriend, Brad, and it looks like it is quite serious. What-ever.

My older brother Michael (who is 20), is rather nice though not around much. He works at Gringotts banks with the goblins. I don't know how he can stand it. They are so creepy. He basically works full-time. But he is always home for dinner which is good, as us girls are completely hopeless at cooking. I almost burnt the house down once. True story.

And where is my dad, you may ask? Well, my parents got divorced when I was 7. No biggie, they were always fighting so it's better off this way. I mean, they both seem happier. Now they don't fight nearly as much. My dad moved to Scotland two years ago after marrying a witch (who is a famous singer here in the wizarding world in case you wanted to know, Celeste Empiro). I totally expected her to be an evil stepmother like in those fairy stories that Lily Evans told me about way back in first year. But she's nice. She's into the whole make-up and beauty and glamour type of thing, much like Angela, which is why they get along like fire burning fire. She's totally rich, and so her and my father live in a huge mansion somewhere over in Scotland. Me, Angela and Michael have been going there for the end of school holidays (well, my end of school holidays) for the past two years. And my dad always comes to see us on each of our birthdays.

Okay, why am I talking about my house? I should be explaining myself to you. Well, here I go.

My name is Evelyn Woods, I am 16 years old, and tomorrow will be the first day of my sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

There, that wasn't so bad now was it? Though I suppose I could of done better. I have never had a proper diary before. I mean, I've had little black notebooks in the past that I have attempted to use as a diary. But I always forgot to write in them, and it got boring after a while since I have an extremely boring life.

My mother gave me this little brown book actually. She said that since I am now 16 and will be going through many confusing times, I need something to write it all down in. So she produced this diary from behind her back. And she is practically making me write in it. Well, for three months so I can see if I like it or not. Then it's off to the rubbish bin for you.

I hope you didn't get offended or anything.

Maybe I will keep you.

Hey, this diary is like one hundred percent private. It is magically sealed so that if anyone wanted to read it, they would have to guess the password. You just point your wand at the front of the book and say the password. Simple.

Oh, well would you look at the time. It's ten past nine and I have to get my beauty sleep. Thank you for listening to my babbling. Goodnight.

-Evelyn-

Did I just say goodnight to a book?!

A/N: So, what did you think? I would love to hear your opinions…and remember: reviews give me inspiration! So go and click that little purple button down in the left hand colour…you know you want to…

Byebye! xoxo

-Alahria Silvermoon-