JULY 31st, 1972~Wednesday All right, time to recap. So far we're still at Potter Mansion as is the four remaining relatives of the Potters. They consist of James's cousins Andrea and Thennorynn as well as his aunt Marjorie and his grandfather Olric. Voldemort has killed up to one hundred Muggles and three hundred wizards-no one I know yet though. All summer we've been playing Quidditch. I'm always beater and I plan to try out for the team next year since Gregory Macalister left Hogwarts. James is a great seeker, so is his father-Harry Potter used to be seeker for the Baltimore Bats but now he works with me da at the Ministry. We saw Remus with his parents and his twin at a restaurant in Muggle London. There was a little girl with him too; she could've only been his little sister Auguste. She had the same lightly coloured hair and thin features but she looked much happier than Remus. He was miserable, his gaze directed at the floor as he trailed the rest of his family. Romulus was yattering away in French to his mother who is one of the most glamorous women I have ever seen. She carries herself the same way as Faylene but when she dresses it's for the public in creams and beiges. His father was tall and dapper with the same nose as Remus though his was slightly crooked. So they are aristocrats, 's what I had thought afore but now I know. They were all so fancy, worse than anything I've seen James's parents make him do although they're quite liberal with the dressing up. I smiled and waved but Romulus glared at me and then whispered something to his mother who snapped at Remus and made him go red in the face. I don't fancy causing him any more discomfort again. Faylene's already taken us to Diagon Alley and I've got all my school supplies. Gah! I don't feel like talking about such trivial items as schoolbooks and ink. How can I when there is a cloud hanging over my heart and soul! Ever since that day I've often felt like a spectator in some torrid affair but a spirit one at that. Unable to help, locked outside. How can a person be so unloving to their own kin? Did they not want him, or is he completely different around them. I honestly don't know.