I am sure I failed another miserable Concealment and Disguise exam. They say if I fail one more important test, I am gone. Damn. Now I sit here writing in some silly diary while a parchment with my name on it beckons me from the lounge.

I was shocked to hear about Professor Dumbledore - I thought he would live forever. I missed the funeral. I had to observe a splinch autopsy at St Mungo's. Oh how I yearn for the days of Divination at Hogwarts, where one could nod off on a nice warm pouffe.

Must get back to revision. At this rate, I shall be an Auror by age 40.

Spent 3 hours on the wand range - 100 on jinx and hex test, 95 on spell accuracy, and I only killed one innocent bystander. That's much better than last month when I had wiped out a whole muggle village with a single spell.

My remedial work is finished - Thank Merlin for that. Next week it's "Tag along with a real auror" field trip. I hope I am paired up with someone nice - my last outing with Auror Moody ended up with me being at St Mungo's for a fortnight (mustn't sneak up on Mr. Moody - ever).

Noticed that Percy is still flouncing around the Ministry as if he owned the place. Prat. The silly ponce ignores me as usual. Probably found some cauldron that needs measuring.

A mate of mine told be that he heard that Bill Weasley is getting married. To some French girl. She must love him a lot to marry him.

I hear his face was rearranged by someone during the battle at the school. I wish I had been there...I would have given old Snape a good avada k. so his greasy git face would be on the floor.