So today was the day we went to Diagon Alley. I just went with Louis this time, seeing as we're sixth year now, but we had to take aurors. Apparently, because of dad being famous and all we now have to be constantly guarded. The pros of being Harry Potter's relatives, huh? I took Martha, one of our two family aurors. She's really nice. We met our friends, Florrie and Milo there, too. Florrie and Milo are my other best friends.

Florrie is in my dorm and I haven't a clue what I'd have done without her all this time. She's short and slightly round, but not fat at all. She's got tanned skin and dark hair that falls around her face in waves. Her eyes are almost black, and they shine when she's excited. Apparently she gets her colouring from her Italian mum, Catalina. When Florrie smiles it stretches from ear to ear, and she has a laugh that is so infectious you can't help but join in. She always manages to cheer me up and I love Florrie to pieces. Not only this, but she is an amazing cook, and she makes the best chocolate cake ever. When I first got dumped, she was there for me, organising a sleepover and making me cake. She had to listen to me going on and on about my relationship and she never once complained.

Milo, on the other hand, is quite serious. He's quite pale and a bit skinny for his height (6"1 or so now I think), like he hasn't grown into it. He has darkish hair and small beady eyes which are hard to glean much from. He is actually very intelligent though, and very loyal. I like Milo, because he tells it straight. He doesn't just ditch people either, he sticks with them which I like in a person. He is, however, totally tactless. As in he doesn't get when it's inappropriate to say things. This unfortunately means he's been hexed so many times by various people that he has a protego reflex...

Anyway, I'm off track. So today we went shopping. Louis and I met them at Fortescue's, which is owned by Florrie's dad, who took it over after her Grandad died, back in the war. I had a dirigible plum sundae and then we went to get our school things.

First we bought books from Flourish and Blotts. I absolutely love it there. Louis and Florrie gossiped as Milo and I ummed and erred over which books to buy. We finally emerged, an hour later, with not only our school books for our new classes, but also some books to read for fun. I actually like fiction, and besides, Aunt Hermione's novels have made me into a fan of fantasy stories. She's a great writer, and she always suggests books for me. It's another thing I like about her, that she always has time for me and the rest of the family. She's even nice to Scorpius Malfoy, despite the fact his father was there when she was tortured, and he still lives in the house where it happened. Aunt Hermione says you can't help who your parents are. Sometimes I wish you could, not that I don't love mum and dad, but it can be tricky, having them as parents, and sometimes I wish I could just get away from all the boring events, all the stupid attention.

After F&B we went to Madam Malkins. This year is the Yule Ball and so we not only needed school robes, but also new sets of dress robes. I finally settled on a lilac colour for the ball, hoping that it didn't clash too much with my hair. Florrie's are an awful lime green but I couldn't dissuade her from buying them and even Louis, our personal fashion guru, gave up trying. We had lunch quickly before going back to buy cauldrons and then to just go browse. In Brocklehurst Cauldrons, we saw Him. He is the biggest prat ever. His name, should we dare say it, is Arvide McClaggen and He is an idiot. I can't stand him, despite the fact some idiots (yes, I mean you, Lily Potter!) are apparently stupid enough to find him attractive. His personality is distinctly unattractive. I don't know if it's the fact he's so cocky or just how annoying he is, but he is most certainly not.

'Lucy Goosey. How are you?' he sneered.

'McClaggen. Not gone back into the hole you slithered out of yet, then?' I asked him, scowling.

'We both know you find me irresistible my ugly duckling.' he winked, like the lecherous little creep that he is.

'What do you want McClaggen?' Milo asked him wearily.

'All I want is for Goosey here to stop being such a little frigid cow and admit that she wants me.' McClaggen said slowly.

Suddenly I heard a voice behind me. 'Why don't you fuck off back to where you came from, McClaggen?' asked James, angrily.

'Yeah Arvie, why don't you pull your head right out of your arse and get out of here?' asked Fred, glaring at him.

McClaggen took one last look at me and walked out.

'Avoid that lecherous little git, Luce.' said Molly as Tilly nodded beside her.

'Thanks guys.' I said to the four of them, before buying a cauldron and leaving. Overprotective older cousins can come in handy at times (although when I had my first boyfriend, not so much...)

An hour or two later now and I'm home, and sat alone in my room. To be honest, I'm not a huge fan of my room at home. It's all creams and duck-egg blue. It's just a bit Neutral, a bit dull. A bit like me. Still, I thought it was great when I was about eleven, back when we first moved here, to a big townhouse in London. I thought it was great back then, having a house that was identical to every other house on our road, but I don't anymore, in fact I find the fact that my neighbour's house is the same as my own, but with their furniture and their wallpaper kind of creepy now, to be honest. I decided to write this all the same.

What was McClaggen's problem? Honestly, he was a total twat, and it bugs me that Lily even thinks he's vaguely attractive. I'd forgotten what a Git he really was over the summer and now I'm seriously depressed about seeing him again at Hogwarts. Ugh, being a teenage girl is so confusing. I just think it must be way simpler being a guy. No bitchiness, no pressure to look perfect, no need for makeup, no monthly mood swings... Sometimes I wish I was born with a penis... Anyway, mum is calling me for dinner now. How is she always do composed? Oh Godric, please say Molly hasn't told her or Dad about earlier. Damn McClaggen. I have to go, she's starting to sound impatient.

Until next time,

Lucy xxx