November 3rd
9.00 p.m.
Dear diary,
I love him- oh goodness, how do I love him!
And you know what, dear diary? He loves me too! He's loved me ever my seventeenth birthday, he told me yesterday- I could barely believe it. How could any one fall in love with me, I wonder- but he tells me that he has and I have never had any reason to not believe anything he says, so I guess it is true- and I am so very happy! I just wished the whole world felt the way I do right now- it would be such a beautiful place… But what am I rambling on about- the world is a beautiful place after all.
I am so very happy. I'm even happy enough to forgive Rolanda, Poppy and even Nemesis for all they did- I am happy enough to thank them for it, can you imagine? For of course it was them who organized it all- the date and everything. I should have seen it, of course, but alas, love appears to blind people in the end. Naturally it was my three weird and entirely abnormal friends who could see what was visible to all in the end- to all, except to me and Albus, then.
Then again I really do appreciate their matchmaking powers for once- though I really believe my heartbeat stopped for a moment as Rolanda tumbled straight through Albus's closet door with a headscarf in her mouth! Goodness! They had to admit it all then, of course.
I cannot believe the way they organized this. They forged the letters- for Albus thought it was me who had proposed the date- including the handwriting, and then they even so much as stole some sort of map from Potter and Black, so as to find a secret passage into Albus's private rooms! That's how they got inside of that closet in the first place- and the least one could say is that Albus was a tiny little bit surprised.
As were the three conspirators, actually, as I- totally uncharacteristically, even I admit that!- promptly forgave them everything and, only this morning, told them to go shopping for new dresses as soon as possible. Because in two weeks, I am to leave the McGonagall name behind me for good. Well, unofficially at least- but still. For I, Minerva Caítriona McGonagall, also known as She With The Vampire Hair And The Cat Eyes, will be united in marriage with the most handsome and wonderful man in the world. Yes, Albus has asked me, and yes, I have accepted right away. It is as he stated- two people who've known each other for such a long time, in friendship, don't need half a lifetime to find out they are meant for each other. Which we are.
I'll never forget his proposal, dear diary- never, never. He asked me yesterday night- or better, this morning, at 4 o'clock, after we- um- well, let us just state that this was one of the more… interesting nights of my life.
And I love him.
Dear diary, I do not know whom, how or where I will be, ten, twenty or even thirty years from now- but now at least I know that I will be there with Albus.
And nothing else matters.
Goodnight.
Author Note:Well, I know it took me very long to finish this story, and I want to thank everybody who reviewed it! You rule the world, all of you!