Entry 2
I feel like a beer barrel. Really. I ate so much at that feast... I couldn't help it. My parents never exactly starved me, but still... They used to tell me they'd chuck me out if I carried on eating like a wolf. No doubt they thought they were highly amusing – I didn't.
I'm writing my diary by the window of our dormitory. The moonlight is giving me all the light I need to see by, but thank the Lord it's not a full moon. That's not for another three weeks. Maybe I can get myself out of here before then. The only thing worth staying for is the food – the people are just as I knew they would be, they just ignore me. All except for one boy – he says he's called Peter Pettigrew. I wish he'd just leave me alone though, its OK when people ignore me, it means I can avoid awkward questions about myself.
There are six of us in this dormitory, Peter, two boys I don't really know, and two incredibly irritating boys called Sirius Black and James Potter.
They were the reason I had to stop mid-sentence on the train, they barged into my compartment and sat there talking to each other for the rest of the journey. I didn't even try to join in the conversation, I don't like them anyway. They were talking about all the tricks they were going to play on people – I hope they don't do anything to me.
Tomorrow is when lessons start. I can't say I'm looking forward to it much, but I'm glad that at least I'm in Gryffindor. My dad was in Slytherin – to me they look like an unpleasant lot, especially one of the boys in my own year, I think he's called Severus Snake or something – it suits him.
This is the end of entry 2