I just got back from Diagon Alley. Draco, Gregory, and Vincent didn't bother me too much. They actually didn't talk to me much at all, and that is way better than messing with me at all. I just glare at the two idiots and they back away. Too bad that doesn't work with Draco. He just glares back and then insults me or something. I'm glad he isn't as violent as Father is at times. If so, I'd be in lots of trouble.

Sometimes I wonder where I went wrong in my early childhood to make Draco hate me so much. I would give up just about anything for him to just accept me. I'll write more later.


Luna,
I opened this thing thinking I could somehow read up on your secrets but all I see is chicken-scratch. Do try to write neater.
-Draco


Oh my gosh. Draco found my diary. It was under my pillow so I guess it wasn't that hard to find. What am I going to do? What will he do when he finds out he can't read it no matter what? I don't know how to take off the charm on this thing! Oh well, I shouldn't worry. It's not like he'd hurt me or anything, right?