Entry Three
June 15, 1973
4:30 AM
Sorry I haven't written in a while. As you may have noticed, it's quite early. My birthday's tomorrow. I'll be thirteen. I'm sort of looking forward to it. I'll get a new owl, most likely. And perhaps a new wand. I certainly need it.
Besides that, I doubt I'll get anything to my interests. Maybe a few books on Potions. And the Dark Arts. I like those topics. Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of my favorite subjects, like Potions is too.
Father's in the kitchen getting a drink of water. Or maybe he's in the bathroom. I don't know. I'm not supposed to be up, though, since it's so early.
Mother's asleep. She said she'd make me anything for breakfast today. She makes wonderful eggs. And bacon. Really good bacon. I love Mother. She's my best friend.
It's quite peculiar, really. You'd expect a boy's best friend to be his father. Not in my case. I mean, I love Father to death, but Mother is someone I have a connection with. My mother's really pretty, too. Her name's Cassandra. Father's name is Santiago. He's got a weird name, but I never told him that.
Oh, he's coming. I have to go. Sorry I didn't write long. I promise I'll write later today, after I open all my gifts.
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