Lunchtime-ish, just after the most important interview of my life so far!

12th July

1993

London

Lying on an incredibly squishy bed. I feel like I've been enveloped by a marshmallow.

Dear Diary,

Guess what?

Oh wait, you can't, you're only a diary. Ha ha! Anyway, Dumbledore actually said yes! I'm amazed; I really thought that it was a long shot. I mean, Professor Magwitch at the Parisian University said that Hogwarts haven't let post grad students use Hogwarts' library in over fifty years! I'm so excited! The upside – there always is an upside – is that I have to do a bit of teaching, cover a couple of lessons. Dumbledore said that the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher is very prone to illness and that he would really appreciate someone experienced enough to teach defence.

To be honest, I'm not really that great at defence. It's just taken for granted that I am 'cos my father is world famous for it. I know more than the average person though; dad took me on a few educational but not exactly child friendly trips in the school holidays when I was younger. At age ten I knew all the basics, how to survive rules and also how to play poker. I really think that he wanted a boy, I mean, I know he's an auror and all, but what normal man teaches his twelve year old daughter how to break and enter? But the thing is, I'm not sure I'd be good at teaching – I didn't like school at all. But then again, Beauxbatons is very similar to what I imagine a muggle finishing school would be like. Dress smart, never cross your legs: it is not ladylike, do not raise your voice, and remember, ladies, to smile. A smile will bring men to your knees. I'm sure that Hogwarts is entirely different.

Although, you know, I smiled at my interview with Dumbledore, but I'm sure he didn't say yes because of that. I'm pretty sure that it has more to do with my famous father, who is friends with Dumbledore. It's not like I asked dad for a favour, I mean, for one, I can't, he's in the Amazon somewhere, dealing with that zombie outbreak. No, it's just whenever people find out that the famous auror is my dad, they become so much more friendly. They become worried when they find out that Mad-eyed Moody is my godfather, but you can't have everything.

Then when they realise that my mother isthat acclaimed Egyptian journalist, MoniqueSt-Claire, they are a bit disappointed in the progeny that these exotic people produced. I don't want to be an auror – I couldn't be one if I tried, I was born in France and Britain only let the British be aurors. Being the French version doesn't appeal either – I don't like being told what to do nor do I like governments and I know that my dad is the exception. Most aurors sit around in an office, with paperwork. Boring! As for being a journalist, I do not want to be living under my mother's shadow, compared to her constantly. Not fun at all. It's not fun having extraordinary parents but being so ordinary yourself. So I went to university to study magic further. Mainly cos I couldn't decide on a career, but then when I discovered archaeological magic, well, I fell in love. And where better to go for archaeological magic than Hogwarts? The library also has these really rare books which might hint at where the lost ruins of Camelot are! I've not been so excited since Pierre took me to Stonehenge! God, I am so lame.

Wow. This buzz is never going to end! I am finally going to Hogwarts, the place my dad and Professor Magwitch and my English friend Johnny are always going on about. I'm going to see the castle, the library, the halls and meet all the teachers and see the Sorting Hat and visit Hogsmeade andget drunk at the Hogshead. This year is going to be so much fun!

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