Hogwarts Bedchamber, Sunday, September 1, 1992
Wow. A giant man named Hagrid took us (the first years) on some boats to an underground harbor, and then he handed us over to Professor McGonagall. I had read that she was the transfiguration teacher here, and according to the letter she wrote me, she was also deputy head mistress. She was very strict with us, and also noticed the dirt on Ron's nose. I took a liking to her right away. She took us to be sorted and the hat (who had sung a song about the four houses earlier) sorted me into Gryffindor (Lucky me! I believe I would have HATED Slytherin!).
On to the feast. It was brilliant to eat such incredible food under the ceiling of the Great Hall, which is enchanted to look like the sky outside. After the sorting, Dumbledore said a few things, and suddenly every sort of food you could imagine appeared on the table! I talked to Percy Weasley (he's a prefect! He is also Ron's older brother, but so much more likable than Ron!) about everything that I would go threw during the year. It gave me shivers that I would be learning real magic with such amazing teachers. I can't wait until tomorrow!
The walk to Gryffindor tower was exhausting and confusing. We climbed through hidden doorways behind tapestries and stepped over trick steps and avoided a rather nasty poltergeist named Peeves. He was quite annoying! Finally, we came to a portrait of a rather fat lady clad in pink, and Percy said the password (Caput Draconis) and we entered the common room, which had multiple red squashy chairs and couches, a red carpet, some beautiful mahogany tables, a fire place, windows that varied in size and color, a large and rather colorful bulletin board, and various pictures of people smiling and dancing, men and women racing around on brooms, and an especially lovely young maiden picking flowers. It was perfect. Percy directed us to a door on the right, which led us to an elegant spiral staircase. The first door we came to had a sign that said first years, so we opened the door and came to a magnificent bedchamber. Three four post wooden beds with intricate carvings on them awaited us, beckoning with their royal red and gold sheets, and pillows that look like dyed clouds, they are so fluffy. There are only three first year Gryffindor girls – Lavender, a rather pale skinned, blonde and blue-eyed girl, and Parvati, whom I consider spectacular, with rich chocolate skin and a long black plait down her back, with matching eyes. Then, of course, there is me. I feel a bit inferior to their looks, with my bushy brown hair, which at the moment has decided to choose today to bounce helter scelter, and my boring brown eyes. But I reminded myself that I had sworn to myself to not care about looks, which is exactly what I was prepared to do. Parvati clamored into the middle bed after changing into silly pink pajamas, and Lavender took the bed on the left (We were all curved in the circular room to face the door) and I took the right. We all murmured goodnight and shut the curtains. Oh dear! I have just glanced at the clock, and realized it is eleven o'clock! I really must be getting to sleep, if I am going to wake up at six tomorrow to have time to shower and get ready for classes. I'm so excited! 'Night.