Alright, remember, this is supposed to have been written by an eleven-year-
old.
Dear Diary
August Thirty-first
Dear Diary,
Well, first of all, thanks Daddy for buying this for me. I guess he thinks I'll need it since I'll be away at school for a while. I might not get any friends very soon.
Hmm, what to write? I suppose I'll start with the basics. My name is Skye Marie Rufus. I'm eleven years old. This year, I'm starting my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have dark gray-blue eyes and chin length, choppy (and usually messy.) dark brown hair.
I have a twin brother named Sage, and an older sister named Raine. Sage is alright, but he's a little shy and timid. Raine is a suck-up. She does anything to please Mum, and is a tattletale. She thinks she's better than Sage and me. She looks a little like me, same color hair, but lighter eyes; her hair is much longer and she's taller and she has a permanent sneer on her face, except when she's kissing up to Mum.
Sage, being my twin, also looks a bit like me. His hair is a lighter brown though, and his eyes are a soft cobalt blue. His face is rounder than mine, and he's a tad on the chubby side. I guess that's because he isn't as athletic as I am. He's afraid to fly and likes to sit a lot.
I get my dark hair and eyes from Mum. Mum's tall and graceful, elegant I should say. She's from an English pureblood family, (the Anglorians), that have been in Ravenclaw house for ages. Raine, the perfect daughter, is in Ravenclaw. Hmph. Kiss-up. Anyway, back to Mum. She doesn't do much housework; we have a house-elf named Mimmy to clean and things.
We're pretty well-off, I'm told. I suppose that's why I've had a new Nimbus each time they come out with an improved model. We don't live in a manor though. My uncle Art got the Anglorian manor, so we settled for a large stone house in the countryside. We once had a pond out south of the house, but Mum magicked it away when she caught me swimming in it. She prefers me to be "ladylike" and embroider or sew or do whatever it is that ladies do.
This brings me to Daddy. He's an American Muggleborn wizard. He's tall and thin, with a somewhat pointed face and he's fairly tanned. He has light brown hair and green eyes. His hair is always hidden by a baseball cap though. he never goes without one.
He was quite fond of baseball when he was a boy. Even in Wizard school, he found time to practice with the regular high school team. He was his team's star pitcher; he still has his jersey even though he can't fit it anymore. Nowadays, he's obsessed with watching his favorite teams, the Red Sox and the Marlins, on the television Mum rigged to pick up American channels.
He always finds time every Sunday to play with me. He'll pitch his old baseball, and I practice hitting with a baseball bat. I'm very good at it, he says. That's good, because I want to be a beater when I get to Hogwarts. I guess this is good practice.
He loves to quote old American Muggles who say things like "We have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." or "All men are created equal." Just try telling Mum the "rights" one. I told her it would be part of my pursuit of happiness to get a dog to play with, and she just laughed and said, "Children say such amusing things." Hmph.
I find it amazing that Mum and Daddy ever even fell in love! I mean look at the two of them! Complete opposites.
Dear Diary
August Thirty-first
Dear Diary,
Well, first of all, thanks Daddy for buying this for me. I guess he thinks I'll need it since I'll be away at school for a while. I might not get any friends very soon.
Hmm, what to write? I suppose I'll start with the basics. My name is Skye Marie Rufus. I'm eleven years old. This year, I'm starting my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have dark gray-blue eyes and chin length, choppy (and usually messy.) dark brown hair.
I have a twin brother named Sage, and an older sister named Raine. Sage is alright, but he's a little shy and timid. Raine is a suck-up. She does anything to please Mum, and is a tattletale. She thinks she's better than Sage and me. She looks a little like me, same color hair, but lighter eyes; her hair is much longer and she's taller and she has a permanent sneer on her face, except when she's kissing up to Mum.
Sage, being my twin, also looks a bit like me. His hair is a lighter brown though, and his eyes are a soft cobalt blue. His face is rounder than mine, and he's a tad on the chubby side. I guess that's because he isn't as athletic as I am. He's afraid to fly and likes to sit a lot.
I get my dark hair and eyes from Mum. Mum's tall and graceful, elegant I should say. She's from an English pureblood family, (the Anglorians), that have been in Ravenclaw house for ages. Raine, the perfect daughter, is in Ravenclaw. Hmph. Kiss-up. Anyway, back to Mum. She doesn't do much housework; we have a house-elf named Mimmy to clean and things.
We're pretty well-off, I'm told. I suppose that's why I've had a new Nimbus each time they come out with an improved model. We don't live in a manor though. My uncle Art got the Anglorian manor, so we settled for a large stone house in the countryside. We once had a pond out south of the house, but Mum magicked it away when she caught me swimming in it. She prefers me to be "ladylike" and embroider or sew or do whatever it is that ladies do.
This brings me to Daddy. He's an American Muggleborn wizard. He's tall and thin, with a somewhat pointed face and he's fairly tanned. He has light brown hair and green eyes. His hair is always hidden by a baseball cap though. he never goes without one.
He was quite fond of baseball when he was a boy. Even in Wizard school, he found time to practice with the regular high school team. He was his team's star pitcher; he still has his jersey even though he can't fit it anymore. Nowadays, he's obsessed with watching his favorite teams, the Red Sox and the Marlins, on the television Mum rigged to pick up American channels.
He always finds time every Sunday to play with me. He'll pitch his old baseball, and I practice hitting with a baseball bat. I'm very good at it, he says. That's good, because I want to be a beater when I get to Hogwarts. I guess this is good practice.
He loves to quote old American Muggles who say things like "We have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." or "All men are created equal." Just try telling Mum the "rights" one. I told her it would be part of my pursuit of happiness to get a dog to play with, and she just laughed and said, "Children say such amusing things." Hmph.
I find it amazing that Mum and Daddy ever even fell in love! I mean look at the two of them! Complete opposites.