Short excepts from Luna Lovegood's Diary. I own nothing except Rider the owl (but feel free to borrow him to deliver you're owl post.)
Dear diary,
Today I go to Hogwarts. Daddy and I left early so we could go through the wood to search for thestrals. We found some, sure enough but the pregnant mother has rejected her baby. The tiny creature barely weighed more than a stack of quibblers so we took him inside. Corn-flake is being fed on warm milk.
And for this reason I had to walk to Hogwarts alone. Corn-flake is just too young to be left alone, so daddy had to stay. He hugged me and promised to send me new quibblers. As I left I picked a bunch of Dirigible plums. They last very long without water or the soils nutrients so they made a good companion on the way to town.
I was able to find a car to hitchhike to Kings Cross. A kindly old gentleman gave me a ride, so I gave him the dirigible plums. He looked rather surprised.
Platform 9 ¾ and the train were so overwhelmingly busy. I have lived in the countryside all my life without a single house nearby. I wondered if I was suffering from claustrophobia.
I found a compartment at the back. It was rather comfy but nobody joined me on the way to Hogwarts.
When the trolley lady passed she didn't come in. She shook her head at me and sighed and shuffled off. So I ate my hundreds and thousands cake sprinkle sandwich instead.
I was sorted into Ravenclaw. Daddy was a Ravenclaw, but Mummy was Gryffindor. I wondered if this was good or bad.
I had a raspberry pudding for dinner, it was rather nice.
Then we were called to our dorms, but I took a shortcut. I got there first and answered the question (why is a Raven like a Writing desk?). My trunk was there so I spread out the rainbow quilt and my Snorkack toy and the rainbow sweets. A girl called Gretchen Barnes stole them.
So I drew my curtains around me and lay down, still in my robes. I liked the curtains and feeling secure from all these aliens at school who didn't seem to like me.
I wonder why?
Yours Quintessentially,
Luna Lovegood
I found this old book at the bottom of my trunk whilst searching for spare butterbeer corks. I reread my first year entry about how nobody liked me- not much has changed really.
I saw Harry Potter yesterday. He came in with Ginevra and a round faced boy who looked rather sheepish for some reason. Harry Potter is rather normal, but he asked to read my quibbler. I was hoping he'd ask for a quibbler subscription (it would make daddy's day) but then a girl with bushy hair and big teeth came in and called it rubbish. I decided to take it back.
The round faced boy-Neville, I think- had a plant called mimblebus mimbletonia. Of course I'd seen it before, it grows like a weed in our garden, but Neville seemed convinced it was really rare.
Ginevra's brother had the most adorable little owl, Pigwigen. He rather reminded me of Mummy's owl, Rider, actually. Rider passed away last year, but I made him a little headstone. Daddy and I planted some Violets there and they grow back nicer every year, the instruction pack says.
I happily offered an apple to one of the thestrals (cornflake is now big enough to pull carriages!) but then I noticed Harry Potter watching me nervously.
He looked very worried, but I assured him they were alright. He didn't seem very convinced.
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