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Dear Journal,
It's been a ruff day! McGonagall gave us a pop quiz. We were supposed to turn a Teddy bear into a rock. Mine turned into a fuzzy, grey blob! I just hope I don't the other tests as badly.
Good news though! The swelling from the Doxy bite has gone down a lot, and my skin is returning to a normal colour. Harry says it looked like I had frog skin still.
Trelawney told us we had to do an assignment where we had to predict the hour of death for one of our closest friends (without telling them). I told Harry it should be around 5 am on A Monday, some time in the year of 2056.
Well, I guess I ran out of everything interesting to say. Until I write again!
--Ron